Flowers In The Attic Audiobook Novels & Stories

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

Alexia's POV I was in a garden of water lilies flower, it was white and beautiful, there was a waterfall nearby and the air smelt amazing, I was dressed in knee length white flowing gown, I was skipping and humming, everything was peaceful, the birds were chirping rabbits were hoping everything was normal, it was like paradise but then something infected a flower. Instead of me plucking it and throwing it away, I left it. The infection grew and it corrupted the flowers, lilies turned to black roses with barely any petals, they were filled it thorns even their stems, I was confused and surprised, I felt a shiver down my spine, the birds stopped chirping, rabbits started flying, everything was

it makes my heart climb up to my throat, but Hala's spell is just as good as I want it to be, and the terrorist looks at me, through me at the window I stand in front of, and then walks away. Going to the top floor, we find that the door to the attic has been locked. The door is hidden away, and only knowing it's here would you find it. Hala messages Keito, and after a few seconds, it clicks open to let us in. After going in, I see Keito first, and the four of us are so happy to see one another, that we hug immediately. Keito even being quiet often hugs us tightly with his thick arms, and we have to keep from laughing.

"Mrs. Cadell, please don’t look down on me just because you’re richer than me. The only reason I kept Liam was because I couldn’t bear aborting him! It was just a coincidence that Mr. Cadell recognized Liam!" Cassiopeia glared at her icily before heading back upstairs without another word. She decided she no longer cared what Freya thought of her. Freya could claim the title of Mrs. Cadell if she wanted to. She returned to Anya's bedroom and started packing right away. Every item in the room was infused with Anya’s scent. She was going to take them with her. When she spotted a picture album that Anya had placed on the table, she reached for it and flipped it open. It contained family picture

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!]

The rogue roared, and I turned to see the half-finished oak wood door that leaned against the door frame, the shiny brass knob catching the falling rays of the sun almost mesmerizingly. A ton of soldiers and nursemaids had arrived at the safe house after everything that had happened and yet there was still no sign of Michael…no sign of Emily. “Where should I keep this? Your Grace?” One of the pale-faced women in a monochrome milk-maid outfit rasped behind me and I turned to see her holding a thick blue flower vase in her hands. It would go well with the chestnut wood walls of my room. “Up in the attic, please Fiona,” I whispered, and the gaunt maid with wispy blonde hair and baby blue eyes n

"It’s a bit... tight, Lila. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind sharing a bed that doesn't have a remote control. It’s the only room left." "Tight" was an understatement. The attic room had slanted, low ceilings with exposed oak beams that Adrian had to duck under just to move. There was a single, heavy oak bed that looked like it had been handed down through five generations, covered in a thick, handmade floral quilt. A small window stood open, letting in the sound of crickets and a cool breeze that carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

"I bookmarked every action... every moment of your life, honey." The words sent a chill through her. He reached for the left door of the massive chest and slowly pulled it open. A small light flickered on inside, illuminating the contents. Claire started shivering in his hold. Her eyes moved across the contents of the cabinet. There were dates. Hundreds of them. Each one had been written meticulously on small cards and arranged in chronological order. Her heart began pounding. August 14 - Cherry met Noah in the library at 11:45 p.m. Meeting lasted ten minutes.

Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant. "Are u trying to steal books?" She asked in her British accent and crossed her arms to stare at me " no, I was just um.." "Cleaning." Daniel completes. " She was just cleaning" " don't come to this section again, it's not for public" she orders and grabs the book from my hand. Then shoves us away, we turned and left. " I have a feeling the reason why miss flora didn't get that book was because of the library attendant" Daniels turn back

I rushed over to it and open it. I slowly crawled my way into it before shutting the door. I heard the front door open, I close my eyes, trying to be calm. I noticed the way they walked on top on the entrance to this attic. Just give them fifteen more steps. One. Two. Three. I kept listening to their footsteps in order to know when I'll get out and run through the front door. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. I took a deep breath before swiftly opening the attic and dart out of the attic immediately. I ran out the front door.