Flowers In The Attic Books Novelas e Histórias

I take a book about herbal medicine. Sitting on the couch, flicking through the pages, I toss the book aside. I leave the room and wander up the hall. The smell of cooked apples and warm caramel hit my nose again. I follow the smell until it leads me to an old staircase that goes up into an attic I slowly walk up the stairs. They appear rotten and damp. I reach the door handle, turn the knob, and push the door open. As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room—a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass.

She looked up. They were cocoons, almost ready to hatch. One of them split on top and a small pink hand was poking through the oozing slit. There had been kids in the upper floors, after all. On the next landing, there were no apartments but only a small postern door in the corner. They went through and found a narrow staircase leading to the attic. The door was not locked but unfortunately it meant that there was no way to lock it behind them either. The attic was huge and freezing cold. There was a hole in the roof and tiny dispirited snowflakes drifted through.

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.

“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.

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

His dragon landed soundlessly on the ground in front of the house before he shifted back into his dragon form. The house is old as if no one touched it for years. Cobwebs, anthills, overgrown trees, and their hanging branches. Nothing about this place is telling him that someone could use it to lock up a girl out of her will. He walked inside and slowly took in the house, which has seen better days. The house is not big, but at the same time not so small either. It has two floors and an attic. He looked around the empty rooms with disinterest. He did not expect to find anything when he open the last door, which opened up into the attic. The moment he opened the door, his senses became alert

"That's definitely not the way you should describe your future wife, Henry." "I'm just telling the truth, aunt." His statement made mom sigh visibly as she said,"Let me take periwinkles for her. I'm pretty sure she's a very nice girl." "Too bad, aunt. Your hope will be crushed ruthlessly." "Whatever. Let's go, now." Mom rushed us out as she carried the flowers in her hands and followed. After a long good walk, we finally reached the Queen's palace as the guards who were guarding the gates moved away as we walked inside working our way to Eleanor's room.

His eyes alone fill me with warmth, and I return his smile as we get to the attic. The place looks . . . magical. There are tall shelves on the walls, filled with all sorts of books and jarred plants and even animals swimming in strange potions. There are glass jars and vials in the middle of the room, some of them bubbling over heat and some of them just stacked and stored. What catches my eye is the basin that sits in the middle of the table, which is full of swirling white smoke. Gammie motions us to sit in the little cushions on the floor as we huddle in the corner.

Going to the kitchen I prepared myself a small breakfast of toast so I did not get morning sickness. Nibbling on it at the kitchen nook I asked Rinn if Cota was alright. “He is swamped with the pack house addition and new pack members, but plans on coming back soon,” she whimpered. Finished with my simple breakfast I headed into the large living room space. Atticus’s home was immaculate and the longer I stayed the more I had grown to appreciate the size and unique decor of magical artifacts. Hearing the front entrance door close I glanced up hoping Axel had returned. Seeing just Atticus enter my smile faltered.

Our neighborhood often became quite dusty during storms or rainy weather, so perhaps last night's weather had caused this mess, and she hadn't had the time to tidy up due to her school schedule. I picked up an old shirt from the closet where our clothes used to be kept and started dusting around, but the sensation of negative energy still lingered. Then, I noticed that Flora's laundry had been sitting by the closet for an indeterminate amount of time. This further piqued my curiosity, prompting me to exit the room and seek out my father for information about Flora. Upon returning, I found my father offering Atticus some sweets. It was evident that Atticus wasn't sure where he would sleep, gi