Flowers In The Attic Book Series Novels & Stories

As I pushed open the creaking attic door, a hushed silence enveloped me, broken only by the faint rustle of pages and the distant echoes of a forgotten world. The room before me was a sanctuary of knowledge, a treasure trove of dreams waiting to be unlocked. My eyes widened, taking in the sight that unfolded before me. Tall shelves, adorned with elegant engravings, reached towards the heavens, seemingly infinite in their reach. Books of all shapes and sizes stood proudly, their spines beckoning me closer. The scent of old parchment and ink infused the air, embracing me like a long-lost friend.

"Listen to me, Hazel," "I'm listening," I sobbed. "Don't stand up when I get to the door, okay? Remain where you are, do you get me?" "But he's going to know that I'm here. He's going to sense me!" I cried. "Then you run," "To where?" "There's a small door in the attic. I carved it out. It's not connected to the main attic and anyone who comes looking there for you would get distracted by the main door because the other is concealed,"

"Yeah and we found the purpose of the flower garden. This place must have a purpose, don't you think?" "We found the purpose, the books." "I mean, this tailoring room." Anna said. "Yes, to hide the fact that she has a place for books." Sandra replied again. "Sandra has a point. Athena was smart and also private." Mirielle said. "But it couldn't possibly be in the flower garden or in the main library where we found book one." She said. "Think about it, this way. Book four is the most important among all the books, because it holds the powers, strengths and weaknesses of the witches. Remember, you are Zaekyr, reincarnated as Athena. Where would you keep the book?"

All it wanted for me was to die of starvation, but I didn't want that have to eat. I turn my head, only looking at the brown trunk I had pulled out from the attic yesterday. It was heavy, and there was no one else helping. I woke up one morning and decided to pull out the old trunk and place it in my room as decor. I last opened it a while ago. I just fucking staring at it. It's not because it has been up in the attic for a long time and probably has spider babies. I don't have the strength to go through memory lane.

I finally got my Happily Ever After. End of Book Three- Bonus Book to follow on. The bonus book are POV chapters from Arrick and Natash and add another perspective to previous chapters.

She turns quickly to confront the old woman, only to find the rocking chair sitting empty, gently moving back and forth as if someone had just gotten up. A chill makes its way down her spine as she lowers her hood. Her long ebony curls cascade down her back as she loosens them from the tight bun they were once confined in. "This has really given me a headache" she thinks rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease some of the discomfort. Her young face pale and pinched with pain, she once more glances around the now empty cottage before turning to leave, bringing with her the scent of incense.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

But I hear nothing and I allow myself to relax a bit more, leaning back into the pile of pillows I had made, pulling the book in front of me again. It was a herbology study book I had snatched from the small collection of books that we found in the attic when we moved here. From all the books there, this was the only one I managed to save before the whole collection ended up being fire fuel, among with other trinkets we had found.

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!]

CHAPTER HUNDRED-FORTY-SIX *She can't afford to die out here!* They hoisted her roughly, each of them on either side, and they staggered to the stairs where the attic is located. Approaching the attic, The air suddenly turned stuffy and hot and reeks of rotten smell. What the hell stinks in here?! She would have asked and yelled but her mouth has been gagged and sealed. Damn it! She can't survive in here for even thirty minutes straight!