Flowers In The Attic Audiobook Novels & Stories

If I had been a different woman with a different life, that would have been the moment I said a name and made a monster into a man. “Good morning,” I said instead, because sometimes defiance looks exactly like manners. “Not yet,” he said. The corner of his mouth, the unruined one, tipped the smallest degree. “But soon.” The attic swallowed me, heat and dust and the smell of old stored summers. The door shut on its ill-tempered hinge like a dog deciding to behave. The bulb swung a lazy arc and settled. I went down the stairs slower than I had climbed them, every step a choice not to go back up and make a worse one.

I hesitated, but took her hand and followed her out of the library and up the main stairs, then a second, narrower set I had never had a reason to climb, to a door at the end of the hall I had always assumed was a linen closet. Nora went up on her toes and turned the handle with both hands, then pushed the door open with a creak to reveal a dusty attic space full of boxes. Before entering, Nora turned around and pressed her finger to her lips. Then, she quietly tiptoed into the room. That was when I probably should have turned around. But I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why; curiosity, I supposed. I glanced over my shoulder, then followed her in. It was warmer in the small room, the air smelling of

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.

“I’ll check the AC.” “You don’t need to.” I rub my mouth, my lip piercing cold. Of course saying it’s hot would make him want to fix the temperature. “I appreciate the concern, but this is where you have to stop treating me like a guest or a sibling or really, anyone you feel the need to coddle and protect.” I hold his strong gaze. “And heat rises. We’re in an attic.” “I’ve never known that before,” he says dryly. “I’ve just been living in the other attic for three years thinking, why the fuck does it feel like hell’s sauna? Thank God you’re here to share this unfound wisdom.”

I say, panning over the countertops and the large, dining space bathed in natural light with huge windows. “It’s gorgeous,” Cass says. “You’re going to make this place amazing. Like this cottage.” “Thanks,” I say, climbing the stairs to the second floor. “But it’s going to take some work.” When I reach the steep, narrow staircase leading to the attic, I pause. “There’s an attic up there stuffed full of old stuff.” I point the phone up the attic stairs. “The kids are dying to explore it, but I told them they have to wait until I check it out first.”

She said, “Where we kept everything important.” Quietly, the two of them made their way up the two flights of stairs. The rusty attic room seemed unused in months, filled with spider webs and thick dust. Emma covered her sensitive nose as she made her way to the edge of the attic side by a ventilator, where she crouched down on the floor. As Jamie watched her, she pulled away the rug covering the floor and managed to open the lid on the floor. “Wow,” He said, “Another hidden passage?”

"That was my favorite brand of chocolate when I was no bigger than you are now." A loud squeak from a wooden chair hit the air when Alina plopped down into the seat beside Claec at her kitchen table, short and stubby legs hanging a few inches off the ground. "What's your favorite flower?" Alina had asked the minute she was sure the two of them were alone. "Roses, red ones. They remind me of home." Claec's gentle hand had reached over to pet through her overflowing and untamed brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, lil miss?"

Chapter 19 – Brewing Magic Selene’s POV The attic door creaks open, and I’m instantly enveloped by a wave of rich, layered scents... floral, earthy, and tinged with the faintest trace of citrus and spice. My breath catches in my throat. I blink once, twice, to be sure I'm not imagining it. This isn't the dusty, unused attic I remember.

If only I could talk to Flora again for a little while… Wandering through the house looking for Noah, I finally noticed something strange: everything was too empty. Not even Elliott or Louis, who were usually always around giving orders to the soldiers or patrolling, were there. Could something have happened? Was that why Noah had gotten up, even though the sun outside made it seem like it was still early? Worry was already tightening my chest when I approached the living room and finally heard a voice. Atticus’s voice. And the phrase he said made me have to lean against the hallway wall, my legs so weak I couldn't even reach them.

I'm tired of being a coward and choosing the mediocre. If Lorcan wants to play a game then, so be it. I'm gonna show him how to play it, correctly. Trixy is full again and she took me to the apartment smoothly. After getting the keys, i left her in the garage and turned around to my abode. But to my surprise, Atticus is standing before the door with a bouquet of red roses on his arms. "Hey. What... brings you here?" I can't take off my eyes from the flowers. It just feels kind of weird.