Books Like Flowers In The Attic Novels & Stories

She believes she is successful in making some progress with it. "You are very young my child. And you have your whole life awaiting you with blissful events. Trust me on this." Agatha placed a small kiss on her forehead affectionately earning a subtle smile from her. Rose made themselves a pistachio latte and brought it to the backyard garden. She had grown various flowers like chrysanthemums, lilies, orchids and some pink tulips in there. Agatha, being a flower shop owner, and Rose, a lover of plants, were a golden match indeed. Agatha's small flower shop has increased its sales rapidly with the help of Rose's dedication and knowledge behind the curtains. Everyone around Rose is to be benef

I'm tired of being a coward and choosing the mediocre. If Lorcan wants to play a game then, so be it. I'm gonna show him how to play it, correctly. Trixy is full again and she took me to the apartment smoothly. After getting the keys, i left her in the garage and turned around to my abode. But to my surprise, Atticus is standing before the door with a bouquet of red roses on his arms. "Hey. What... brings you here?" I can't take off my eyes from the flowers. It just feels kind of weird.

Just when I thought my life was boring, seems like the whole drama was waiting for me. I changed into comfortable outfit which was a summer gown and a pair of sandals. I packed my hair into a rough bun and headed down for my usual evening stroll. "I am heading out. Do not make my dinner, I will be eating out" I told Sophie "Be safe, Annalise" I smiled at her and headed out adjusting my little bag. I walked from the house, to the nearby flowershop. I just liked being in this flowershop, the owners are old human couple who lost their children in a plane crash, so they live here with their grandchildren. "Good evening, Annalise. Your spot behind the shop has been reserved" Ma Peters said sendin

She trudged up five flights, kicked her boots off inside, and froze. Something felt… off. She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Two of them now. Deep crimson. Growing directly from the spine of Sea Glass Psalms, like they had rooted themselves into the poetry. No pot. No soil. Just… existing. Aria moved closer, slowly.

The page was labeled as ‘redoca’, she turned the page and she smelled a different smell, more spicy and stinging, that page was labeled as ‘geory’. “This is a book of flowers, it contains all the flowers that are found in the kingdoms,” one the maids, whose name Erica recalled as Jenny was standing at the door. Clio was standing beside her, smiling. “How do the pages smell like the distinct flowers?” Erica asked and Jenny shrugged, “Like always, they always smell like that.” She said and Erica frowned. “I guess the book here are just as magical like the place,” she said and Clio and Jenny nodded in union. “You said kingdoms?” Erica said and Clio nodded, “Yes, there are seven kingdoms like th

It was such an interesting story! I stood up and search for more and found a book in another aisle. I started reading it until I got pulled in. It was wonderful! "Unknown was the name it called it really became untold. A White Chrysanthemum was torn, that lies the truth inside." "A Savory flower they grow, that interests grow to the hidden. A bud of Tarragon grew, lasting their feelings." "They gave a Daisy to the eccentric saying, I will never tell you.

“Didn’t think Luca Moretti had a thing for flowers.” I lingered, breathing in the green. The warmth. It was the first room that didn’t feel like a coffin. After a while, I slipped out, tracing my steps until I found another unlocked door—an oak one this time. A secret library. Of-fucking-course he had a library. Books from floor to ceiling, the air scented with old paper and leather. Dust clung to some shelves, but a few titles looked recently disturbed. I trailed my fingers over a thick volume of Dante. Predictable.

It read simply, “FLORA” There were several poems and short stories in it, even recipes and flowers were placed in between some pages such that when I opened them, I would be greeted by the dusty smell of a rose or lily flower. I dropped the book and turned away from the desk. Ariana was standing in front of an opened carton fiddling through it, her eyes glistening with tears. I bent and opened another carton. It was filled with her clothes. I fished out a red gown.

The red cardboard box is still there, and as we approach it I notice the lid is still closed from the last time my grandma shut it. I open it and the spell books and magic books are still inside. I blow the dust away and brush it aside with the kitchen towel. The book of elder magic floats in the air and a great light appears before our eyes. The pages move by themselves as the book glows in the air before us. The pages turn to a spell with a picture of the luna lily flowers on the page. I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof.