Flowers In The Attic Books Novels & Stories

Picking her up in his arms with a frown and tingling sensation in his body, he carried her out of the blood splattered scene into his secret attic situated somewhere in the middle of the woods. The attic was clear and clean, light cascades in from a vaulted ceiling, the beams meeting in a series of arches. The roof had a gothic twirl and in it were cut six round small windows, shafts of light coming through just the same as the brilliant beams in a forest. On closer inspection the floor was quite worn under the dust layer as nobody went there in decades. There were square indentations from chair legs and larger ones more fitting for tables and a bed. It was like the small house built upside

She said, huffing and panting as we made our way to the second floor. We crossed the long winding hallway and stopped in front of a partially hidden set of stairs that led to the secondary attic that nobody ever used. Once at the top she pulled out another key and opened the door, pulling me in and locking it behind us. I sighed as I stepped in, feeling the warmth of the room embrace me as I used the wall to my right to guide me further in. There were boxes and a few crates littering the room, along with some old furniture, portraits of long dead Du Pleasant family members and a large wardrobe filled with old clothes. Rosanna steadied me as we moved to the far back of the attic where she had

As we got up, Esther trying to hold back her guilty sobs, Kizzy came close to me once we were hidden by the staircase. "Meet us in the attic once you've showered," she told me. All I did was nod, but I wasn't sure on what she meant. I wanted to ask, but the queens were still around, Mama skeptical about our testaments. So, I went on and showered quickly, putting on some Capri pants and a tank top, and hurried to the attic. My hair was still a wet, knotted mess, dripping all around me as I ascended the staircase to the attic. Apparently, my room wasn't the attic like I thought—just one of the higher rooms. The entrance to the attic was down a hall through the Coterie's meeting room. I climbed

"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?"

“I mean if he searched for a book and his office is in the library or study. Where books are traditionally kept. You’d better believe he’d searched here first. No one would have questioned him spending time in here.” “And if he was in the attic when we arrived. That’s a place he needed to search still. Why duplicate his efforts by following the same thought patterns?” The two women left the study as they discussed their latest theory. Many would believe their theories hair-brained, but they just went with it until the proof of how incorrect it came to light. The attic no longer appeared as it had in Gemma’s memory. There were lights everywhere, banishing the dark shadows away. Great fans pus

The red cardboard box is still there, and as we approach it I notice the lid is still closed from the last time my grandma shut it. I open it and the spell books and magic books are still inside. I blow the dust away and brush it aside with the kitchen towel. The book of elder magic floats in the air and a great light appears before our eyes. The pages move by themselves as the book glows in the air before us. The pages turn to a spell with a picture of the luna lily flowers on the page. I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof.

or anyone, so I walked until I reached the stairs to the fourth floor. As I climbed the stairs I looked behind me to make sure no one had seen me. When I get to the fourth floor it's the same thing. A hallway. Doors with the rooms. The first one was number 36. But at the end of the hallway there was another staircase. A smaller one yes, maybe the one leading to the attic. Or so I think. I walked carefully down the hallway, praying that someone didn't come out of one of these rooms. To my luck no one came out. I climbed the stairs to the attic until I arrived. As I suspected, it was an attic. There were many old, dusty things with cobwebs. There were books, swords, sculptures of wolves. There

I wore only shorts and a vest top, Gen assuring me the attic was far too warm to need anything else. The attic room was musty and dark. It didn’t have a nice warm fire or cosy sofas to lounge in. The warmth came from the huge stone brick chimney that rose up the centre of the space. A stack of books and a huge comfortable bed were the only positives about having swapped my room. I began to curse my good nature in agreeing to this madness of Gen’s.

Alpha Matthew suggested with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, absolutely! The attic sounds enchanting," Charlotte exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. We made our way up to the attic, carrying several boxes of fermented roses. The atmosphere up in the attic was chilly and slightly stuffy, as it was rarely used. "Quite a lot of spiders," Jamien complained. "Spiders are no worse than sneaky rats who feast on other people's money," I murmured. "Those rascally rats should be strung up and turned into meatballs for the devils," Charlotte responded.

After spending two weeks with the Rothschilds, Hailey had come to understand that things were never simple. "I'm in the garden!" Hailey responded, counting the flowers she had plucked from the abundant bunches. She had found the prettiest vase in the attic and wanted to decorate her room with some flowers. Her room was already beautiful, but flowers symbolized beauty and life. Mika came running, her hair flying in all directions. "Miss Lincoln, what are you doing? Master Nolan will be furious, and Grandfather Gareth would have a fit if he sees that I let you work in the garden alone."