Flowers In The Attic Audiobook Novels & Stories

, Drake asked in an urgent whisper while inching closer to the Omega who was now blushing profusely. "I… I…", the words were stuck in her throat. He was too handsome and too close, and all this was too sudden. "She… maybe…" "Yes? Yes!?", he asked impatiently. She blinked rapidly. "The attic. There is a girl living in the attic." ---

Willow leaned into my embrace and looked up into the sky. The swing rocked gently. The night sky was very beautiful tonight. A full moon could be seen and the sky was covered in twinkling stars. Perhaps due to the lush landscaping in the yard, I even spotted fireflies blinking softly in the darkness. Life was perfect beyond words. "Julian!" A sharp, annoyed voice suddenly shattered the tranquility. I turned my head just in time to see a middle-aged woman storming into the living room, looking furious. Willow noticed I was about to get up and quickly grabbed my arm. She whispered, "That's Grandma."

"He didn't trust the cloud. He used to say that anything digital could be unwritten, but ink was a contract with the Earth. Follow me. The floorboards up there are treacherous." We climbed in silence. The air grew thinner and colder as we ascended, smelling of mothballs, old wool, and the dry, sweet scent of decaying paper. The attic door was a small, unassuming slab of oak at the end of a narrow hallway. It groaned as I pushed it open, a decade of trapped air rushing out to meet us. It was a cavern of lost things. Stacks of leather-bound ledgers, crates of silk samples from the 90s, and draped furniture that looked like a gathering of ghosts. Luciano clicked on a heavy tactical flashlight,

She licked it and raised her eyebrow. “Why does my blood be tasteless?” she shook her head and shrugged. She continued arranging the roses while humming. She paused and turned to the left side. She closed her eyes and heightened her hearing ability. She opened her eyes and smiled. “I see, they are early. Excited, huh?” she said and dropped the roses, the flower that she unlike. She went out of her house. Bulwarks were running and screaming. Some of them bumped at her but she only smiled and continued walking.

But she pressed the keys anyway, like the sound of the clacking could build rhythm where her courage hadn’t yet landed. I waited until she noticed me in the doorway before speaking. “Need paper?” She looked up, grinned sheepishly. “I’m not ready for words yet. Just the sound.” I nodded and walked in. The attic always smelled like Rachel—lavender, dust, and the faint memory of lemon tea. “You don’t have to force anything,” I said gently. “The words will find you.” “I’m afraid,” she whispered. “Of doing her wrong. Of getting it wrong.”

Cold air slaps me in the face, the kind that smells like mold, old wood, and secrets. I flick on the light to the highest and begin to walk into the room. Every step feels like I am walking deeper into someone’s memory. Her memory. I take one look around the attic and take a deep breath. “Now, let's find out what really happened to the late Sophia Romano” I say to myself.

I take a book about herbal medicine. Sitting on the couch, flicking through the pages, I toss the book aside. I leave the room and wander up the hall. The smell of cooked apples and warm caramel hit my nose again. I follow the smell until it leads me to an old staircase that goes up into an attic I slowly walk up the stairs. They appear rotten and damp. I reach the door handle, turn the knob, and push the door open. As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room—a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass.

That's what her father always referred to her as. "I guess I should start going there," excited Aurelia said and started off. Nella nodded respectfully as she watched her leave. The attic had been closed since the incident, and Aurelia had always wanted to go in there and see. It was only reasonable now that her father should let her see before getting married. She entered. "Dad?" She called out to him, but there was no answer. She went in further, and then she saw what was written on the wall. 'DIE BITCH! '

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

“LUCIANO!” His scream echoed through the attic as they dragged him out the door. I tried to follow, but my body wouldn't budge. The attic door slammed shut. Then came the sound of the lock turning outside. And suddenly, there was silence. I lay there on the dusty floorboards, struggling to breathe while the last traces of sunlight slowly disappeared from the circular window. ---- Hours had passed, and it was already nighttime. The attic felt emptier than ever now. The light in the room was still on, and while still on the floor, barely able to move, I looked around.