Flowers In The Attic Book Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a reliable constant. "Not in the way people are," he continued. "She manages it. Actively. There's something underneath it, she's not indifferent, but what she shows is controlled rather than suppressed. The difference is in the eyes." I leaned back in my chair. Outside the window the grounds were doing what they did in late autumn, going bare and gray and cold, the kind of afternoon that arrived early and intended to stay. The trees along the east wall had dropped most of what they were going to drop. The training ground was empty at this hour. The compound was running at its usual pace around the disruption of having an unknown female in my bedroom, which was a sentence I had not an

We eithr get out or die trying. “Plan B is: I’ll be back here in three days with the key.” She nods again. I pull her into a quick, fierce hug before turning back toward the attic, the darkness pressing in like a suffocating blanket as I crawl through in search of the cubbyhole. Almost immediately, I slam my head into a low beam, then bark my elbow against another. “Ow—seriously?” I mutter, gritting my teeth. My hands fumble against splintered wood and dust-thick corners. Every movement sends cobwebs clinging to my skin and spiders scuttling up my arms. My breath hitches. I crouch lower, trying to ignore the skittering legs on my neck, the grit under my knees, the way the air starts to shift

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

Knowing he wouldn’t say no I cooked him breakfast and watched him eat it before heading up to the attic. I don’t know what I was afraid to find. Maybe I was afraid of what I wouldn’t find. Walking into the attic I walked straight to the desk pulling out Violet’s journal. I was amazed at her handwriting and her perfectly penciled drawings but it didn’t speak to me. I knew nothing about her gifts but I imagined it spoke to her. Nothing seemed to speak to me, not a single drawing not a single word.

I rush to it, slamming on the door. “No, no. Let me out. Please!” I cry out, however, no one comes to rescue me. My body freezes when a streak of light appears at the end of the dark room. My brows crease as I edge away from the door. What starts as a single light, turns into a huge flame, clouding the room with heavy smoke. Oh, my God. Fire! I tell myself as panic surges in. My father locked me in an attic. TBC.

The sun was already high when we finally stepped out of the dining room. The air carried the scent of blooming gardenias that Phoenix had insisted on planting near the porch. Atticus, of course, was a burst of energy—racing down the steps like the morning air had caffeine in it. “Bye, Aunt Phee!” he called over his shoulder, waving dramatically. “Bye kiddo!” Phoenix waved at him. The driver opened the door, and Atticus scrambled in, settling into the window seat like he did every morning. He carefully placed his school folder on his lap, adjusting it with the kind of seriousness.

Why not let me leave? The thought made me sick. His words and actions were nothing but a web of lies. Clutching my torn dress, I bit my lip until I tasted blood. If he wouldn’t let me leave, I would find a way out myself. ***** Just as Kieran promised, I was locked up again. This time, it was in the attic, a place long abandoned and forgotten. The attic was dark, with only faint light filtering through cracks in the wooden roof. The air was thick with dust, making it hard to breathe. The wooden floor creaked with every step, and cobwebs hung in every corner, giving the space an eerie, neglected feel.

What the fuck is going on? We get to the attic and she opens the door. I was dreading the sight. "What in the-" So many dead bouquets of mostly roses and they each had letters stuck to them. "Mom? What is all this? What is going on? I was terrified. I couldn't breathe properly. I think I had a PTSD for roses. It was so believable now that he was stalking her. He always used roses.

As I entered head dive into the attic all I could see was darkness inside, it was pitch black with no sign of light inside that dark and creepy attic even though it was bright sunny morning outside, I often used to ask my mother the reason behind the lack of windows or ventilation inside this attic and she always used to laugh it off and now I was wondering the same question all over again, it was so difficult to hold the ground due the lack of light as unknown darkness always used to scare me off but I have grown up now and I need to keep aside me concerns and focus on the mission so I carefully brought the lamp on the upper surface of attic through its small entrance hole. After keeping th

Waffle said and gave her the books, without even waiting for her reply she dismissed. "To Karl?", She asked herself as she held the books. " Isn't Karl also one of the bad boys, maybe am just overthinking things",Precious said to herself as she carried the book on her hands with her heading to Karl's dorm. Few minutes later Precious got to the hostel, she heaved a sigh and stretched," Dammit this is punishment in hell",She said to herself before taking the stair up to the dorm. She got to the door and looked up reading the number written ontop,"Number seven, this is it",She said to herself before she knocked on the door. She knocked again and the door automatically opened itself as she fell