Flowers In The Attic 2014 Novels & Stories

He hesitated for a few seconds before finally pulling out a beautiful hair clip from his pocket and handing it over. "Mr. Lane, Mrs. Lane left this in your office's game room two days ago." Benjamin froze for a moment before looking over. He stared closely at the tiny hair clip in Anson's hand in shock. A few seconds later, he snatched it up and clutched it tightly. Of course, he recognized it—it was mine. This small hair clip, used to pin back my bangs, was meticulously crafted. It had a heart-shaped pink diamond at its center that was about the size of a thumbnail; its quality was also extremely pure. Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality.

Sarah Whitmore found Iris collapsed on the greenhouse floor just after sunrise, surrounded by wilting plants and scattered journals, her face streaked with tears and exhaustion. The sight that greeted her was both heartbreaking and terrifying: a woman driven to the edge of sanity by forces beyond normal human comprehension, clutching a dying flower while whispering desperate pleas to botanical specimens that seemed to whisper back.

Unfortunately, the happy times were long behind them. Cassiopeia took out the pictures and tore off Lucas's figure from each one of them before throwing them into the trash can. Anya and she were the only ones that remained. Halfway through packing, she caught the whiff of a repulsive smell. She frowned instinctively. When she went to open the door, the smell grew sharper. When she had taken a few steps forward, she was hit with a heavy wave of nausea and almost lost her balance. She staggered a few steps before planting herself against the wall. Her head felt like mud.

She quickly ducked her head and pulled out the brochure. “Here, help me pick what suits me,” she said, nudging his arm off casually. “Woah, this one’s perfect for you!” Mariel exclaimed, sliding in beside Anton. But Flora Amor’s attention had already drifted to the sleek car that pulled up in front of the commerce department. She glanced casually, then froze when she saw who stepped out. “Are you sure you really want a makeup kit?” Mariel asked, raising a brow. “I need it for Anton’s dad’s birthday. I can’t just show up with powder on my face,” Flora Amor said.

Callie opened her eyes and she was inside the attic, she looked around and realized it wasn’t hers but she also recognized it. She had been there before. It looked like the same attic where she saw the boy with the green eyes, she spun around and saw a mirror with bronze framing, it had carvings all over it. She walked over curious, her fingers traced all over the carvings committing everything to memory. It was very fine work and she smiled her eyes appreciating it. She took a step back and decided to explore the rest of the attic.

He stepped back, the box falling onto the rug. A single flower rolled out. A blue cornflower. Its petals were vivid, moist, perfectly fresh. Beside it lay a grainy, black-and-white sonogram. Elara picked it up. Her eyes scanned the date at the top. May 14, 2022. "That's not mine," she whispered. Her heart slowed to a cold, thudding rhythm. "That's... that's four years ago." "Blue cornflowers don't grow in the city," Abram rasped. He stared at the flower as if it were a live grenade. "They only grow in the high meadows. In the valley."

“Yeah.” There was a pause. Then, gently, she said, “They’re in the attic.” The word hit me like an insult. I stared at her. “The attic?” She nodded. The attic was where unused furniture gathered dust. Where broken objects were shoved out of sight. Where a pack hid things it no longer valued but hadn’t yet discarded. So that was what I had become to Victor?. I forced a tight smile at Rose. “Thank you.” The words tasted brittle. I turned and climbed the narrow staircase to the attic.

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.

Jenson’s shaky voice suddenly echoed in Rose’s head. Unable to sleep, Rose got up and dressed herself. Then, she tiptoed up the stairs. Jenson was not the only one panicking about the secret behind the attic, for it agitated her as well. Who was the woman in the attic? … As the Fragrant Vessel Court was built following the characteristics of classical overlapping architectures, its rooms were built intricately and were naturally dim. Pushing open the door in front of the handrail, Rose entered the room and closed the door behind her.

She said, huffing and panting as we made our way to the second floor. We crossed the long winding hallway and stopped in front of a partially hidden set of stairs that led to the secondary attic that nobody ever used. Once at the top she pulled out another key and opened the door, pulling me in and locking it behind us. I sighed as I stepped in, feeling the warmth of the room embrace me as I used the wall to my right to guide me further in. There were boxes and a few crates littering the room, along with some old furniture, portraits of long dead Du Pleasant family members and a large wardrobe filled with old clothes. Rosanna steadied me as we moved to the far back of the attic where she had