Flower In The Attic Book Novels & Stories

Kael and I followed the scent upstairs to the last floor of the house. The Attic! “It can’t be,” I whispered, frozen at the top of the attic stairs. Kael didn’t respond. He pushed past me and opened the door gently. “Kael… It’s her” I said in a low tone. He was staring at the small space in disbelief, at the mattress that barely looked like it could hold a body, the peeling walls, the single cracked window. And the scent. Her scent. Sweet. Inviting. A perfect blend of freshly baked chocolate cookies and something softer, something uniquely her.

"Attic, niece. Now." I followed him up the creaky stairs, heart pounding with the thunder. The attic was dusty, filled with old trunks and heirlooms—faded portraits, rusted jewelry, a massive four-poster bed in the corner, canopy torn. Wind rattled the small window, rain pounding like fists. He locked the trapdoor behind us. "Storm's trapping us here. Perfect for breeding my little whore proper."

And though they thought no one knew, I was there when they had their first kiss, hidden deep within the attic. It was a hot summer afternoon. I remember climbing up to the attic, searching for something to win against Sam in one of our stupid games. The air was stifling, thick with heat and the smell of old wood and dust. I had just found what I was looking for when the hatch creaked open, and Anna climbed in.

Eva's pov. We stepped into the attic at the far end of the last floor. It smelled like old wood and Christmas. There were boxes everywhere — decorations, lights, wreaths still wrapped in tissue paper from last year. Lilian had suggested it casually over breakfast and somehow I'd ended up here with her while Chloe stayed downstairs claiming her knees couldn't handle the ladder. Her knees were fine. She just didn't want to clean. "This one." Lilian handed me a box. "Careful, the fairy lights tangle if you're not gentle with them."

I stepped into the quiet wooden hallway behind the store and walked up a narrow flight of wooden stairs that led up to the small attic apartment above the greenhouse. The attic was tiny, but it was warm and clean. The wooden floorboards were smooth and swept clean. In the center of the room stood a simple twin bed covered in a thick hand-knitted yellow quilt that Clara had given me. A small wooden table sat by the narrow glass window, holds a simple desk lamp, a small ceramic mug, and a single wooden chair. Through the glass, I could see the quiet, snow-dusted roofs of Oakridge stretching out toward the dark pine forests. I set the warm bread on the table and unbuttoned my dark coat, hanging

But there is a voice at the back of my mind telling me he'd fail, that I will leave the rest of my life here, and he'd probably marry Avanka fucking Granger, who's had her eye on him since we were in high school. ... Flora came to my room the following morning to give me a tour of her greenhouse. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Sunlight poured through the arched glass ceiling, and the scent of flowers wrapped around us. Rows upon rows of flowers stretched in every direction. “You planted all these?” I asked in amazement, and Flora smiled proudly. “Mama and I did. We were always bringing home new flowers.” She gently brushed her fingertips over a blooming white rose.

Liam The attic smells of dust and cedar and something faintly floral, a ghost of lavender that has seeped into the wood over decades. I push aside a stack of old blankets and find the box tucked against the wall, its surface covered in a fine layer of grime. I do not know what draws me to it. Perhaps it is the weight of the day, the quiet ache of memories pressing against the edges of my mind.

The attic, huh? Alessia made one last glance at the small crevice on his room that could be seen to the front of the cabin before leaping up and hugging a wooden log on the ceiling while trying to open the trapdoor. She had to go back down and grab the crowbar to force it open and when she did, she frowned. The attic was mostly empty and stored nothing but a small chest. It was a dark room filled with cobwebs and other nasty animals but she couldn't care less. She quickly made her way to the chest, wasting no time. The sun's about to go down and that would mean Clyde's on his way back.

Knowing he wouldn’t say no I cooked him breakfast and watched him eat it before heading up to the attic. I don’t know what I was afraid to find. Maybe I was afraid of what I wouldn’t find. Walking into the attic I walked straight to the desk pulling out Violet’s journal. I was amazed at her handwriting and her perfectly penciled drawings but it didn’t speak to me. I knew nothing about her gifts but I imagined it spoke to her. Nothing seemed to speak to me, not a single drawing not a single word.

As I entered head dive into the attic all I could see was darkness inside, it was pitch black with no sign of light inside that dark and creepy attic even though it was bright sunny morning outside, I often used to ask my mother the reason behind the lack of windows or ventilation inside this attic and she always used to laugh it off and now I was wondering the same question all over again, it was so difficult to hold the ground due the lack of light as unknown darkness always used to scare me off but I have grown up now and I need to keep aside me concerns and focus on the mission so I carefully brought the lamp on the upper surface of attic through its small entrance hole. After keeping th