Flower In The Attic Book の小説・ストーリー

I walked back and forth, peeping at the outside world through the tiny attic window, watching the city move on with its daily routine, the day in motion while I was here, stuck in a dusty attic that belonged to an even dustier old man. I needed to get my plan moving. We could not stay here for long. Though the cops would never think to search the home of a blind old man who lived alone, I did not know how long it would be until the man needed something from his attic. "No. No, Mommy?" Clover whimpered. Her eyes were still shut, but her face was squeezed into a frown. "Mommy?" she cried a little louder. "Hey, hey." I knelt beside her and gently patted her back. "Shhh... it's okay."

What the fuck is going on? We get to the attic and she opens the door. I was dreading the sight. "What in the-" So many dead bouquets of mostly roses and they each had letters stuck to them. "Mom? What is all this? What is going on? I was terrified. I couldn't breathe properly. I think I had a PTSD for roses. It was so believable now that he was stalking her. He always used roses.

The silence pressed against me from all sides. My attention shifted toward the ceiling. A small hatch was hidden above the hallway outside the room. The attic. Something inside me immediately wanted to check it. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe paranoia. Maybe desperation. I wasn't even sure anymore. I dragged an old chair beneath the hatch and pushed it open. Dust rained down onto my shoulders. The smell hit me immediately. Old wood. Mold. Forgotten things. I climbed up slowly and pulled myself into the attic. Darkness surrounded me except for a few thin beams of sunlight pushing through cracks in the roof. Boxes were stacked everywhere. Furniture covered with sheets sat abandoned in corners. T

"Who the hell are you? This is Lucy's house. What does it have to do with you?" "Seriously, there are all kinds of shameless people these days." The others immediately joined in. I didn't waste a single word arguing with them. Instead, I walked straight to the front door and pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner. With a sharp beep, the door unlocked. Everyone froze in shock. But then the same relative suddenly spat on the ground and shouted, "So that's it! You secretly changed the locks!" A few younger relatives chimed in indignantly. "Hey, old lady, are you jealous because Lucy has such a perfect love story?"

There is one tiny window from the opposite side of the room, showing just enough light to lead the way. Not much has changed since I was here last; The same cobwebs are covering all the old toys, one black spider in the corner is staring at me, a wooden rocking horse and chair in the far left corner, a few shelves with some strange glasses filled with liquid, and tons of opened boxes. The attic was always my treasure chest. I loved looking around, but there was no time today. Right now, I just need to find the book. I knew I carefully tucked it behind the liquid glass jars because I was the one that put it there.

Ughhhhh, I scream in frustration. “Boys are so annoying,” I scream as I throw the book across the room. It stops mid-air and floats around for a bit before landing Iris. “That’s true. They do suck.” She agrees as she flips through the pages of the book. “Really bad,” Cassie says, grinning. They scan the attic where I have been burrowed for the last two days. It’s now covered in spell books and remnants of all of my failed locator spells.

The object in her hands shook, and the surface glowed a ghoulish amethyst. She dropped the book and stepped away as smoke rose in a spiral. The things in the attic rattled and knocked various stuff over and an unnatural chuckle resounded against its walls. April G’s orbs grew wide when out from the smoke, appeared a tall, elegant woman, dressed in an all-black gown with lilac hair, carmine eyes and yellow horns that protruded from her head. The little girl backed away more and stared up in shock and fear. She then heard her speak and recognized her voice as the one that tempted her earlier. [Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro!]

She inhaled deeply. “Wait,” she whispered. “What?” he asked. “How do you know about the flower you just prepared? You’re not from us. You are Inhumane.” Peirce ignored her question. “Just drink.” He poured it all in her mouth, watching as she swallowed it. “There you go.” She coughed. Peirce patted her back as she leaned over. “I stole the book about the flowers from my grandma,” he confessed. Sniffia wiped her mouth. “And you said you are unlucky,”

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .