Flowers In The Attic Book Novels & Stories

Nobody spoke. The sentence lay on the side like a stone in the water. Little. Easy. And yet he changed everything. There's another third house. No child is waiting this time. The wind hit the roof. Somewhere down the kids laughed. The warm light of the lower floors fell weakly through the open door into the Attic. But suddenly the small chamber felt colder again. “This is not my writing.” Emil said it right away. Without hesitation. Aren gave him the book.

I stepped into the quiet wooden hallway behind the store and walked up a narrow flight of wooden stairs that led up to the small attic apartment above the greenhouse. The attic was tiny, but it was warm and clean. The wooden floorboards were smooth and swept clean. In the center of the room stood a simple twin bed covered in a thick hand-knitted yellow quilt that Clara had given me. A small wooden table sat by the narrow glass window, holds a simple desk lamp, a small ceramic mug, and a single wooden chair. Through the glass, I could see the quiet, snow-dusted roofs of Oakridge stretching out toward the dark pine forests. I set the warm bread on the table and unbuttoned my dark coat, hanging

While ordering food for my brother, I forgot one note, ‘no peanuts.’ My mother, Victoria Miller, bought a hundred pounds of fresh lilies and dragged them inside. I am severely allergic to pollen. She shoved me into the flower-filled room anyway and slammed the door shut behind me. "How many times must I tell you? Your brother is allergic to peanuts!" she screamed. "You left it out on purpose! What kind of monster are you? "You hate that I love him. Today, I'm curing your cruel heart!" Pollen choked the air. Thick clouds. My throat swelled instantly, cutting off my breath. My little brother, Toby Miller, rushed forward. He grabbed the handle. "Mom, I'm fine!" he sobbed. "Let her ou

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!]

"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?"

“Come on!” Damian said as he grabbed my hand and basically pulled me along with him. I barely felt my ribs as we flew up the stairs to the attic. “This way!” I yelled when we got to the landing. The attic was massive, as it was all unfinished and exposed. The only thing that made it inviting was the mini fridge that mom put in the corner of the room so she didn’t have to walk all the way downstairs to get water. The balcony door was shut. The lock wasn’t turned and there was a coolness to the air that made me feel like it had been opened. “I don’t see anything out of place.” Damian muttered as he examined the door.

They reluctantly kept the tree. I remembered the first night spent in the attic, the tapping on the glass and shadows casted by the sugar maple tree scaring me so badly I was unable to sleep. Curled up under the duvet cover shaking like a leaf in the wind until morning when I gained enough courage a seven year old could muster to peer outside and see the tree standing tall and proud with bright red leaves. Alex promptly taught me how to sneak out once brave enough using the window and the tree, Beta Bastian and Lady Jasmine none the wiser to their son teaching their disowned daughter how to climb in and out of the attic with the help of a seemingly useless tree. It took some practice every n

The page was labeled as ‘redoca’, she turned the page and she smelled a different smell, more spicy and stinging, that page was labeled as ‘geory’. “This is a book of flowers, it contains all the flowers that are found in the kingdoms,” one the maids, whose name Erica recalled as Jenny was standing at the door. Clio was standing beside her, smiling. “How do the pages smell like the distinct flowers?” Erica asked and Jenny shrugged, “Like always, they always smell like that.” She said and Erica frowned. “I guess the book here are just as magical like the place,” she said and Clio and Jenny nodded in union. “You said kingdoms?” Erica said and Clio nodded, “Yes, there are seven kingdoms like th

Even Amber was surprised. I looked at the book again and read out what was inscribed on it, "Flowers in a Strange Garden." This meant the lady was telling the truth. There was actually a garden in Eclipse pack, just not the regular one. I dropped the book and grabbed the box, observing the flowers. Their light red colored petals were absolutely beautiful. Little wonder they did beautiful things. There was no doubt that these were the Rain Flowers. I hoped they help bring back Miguel's memory. I took just one petal and hid it safely in my pocket.

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?”