Flowers In The Attic Free Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Cadell, please don’t look down on me just because you’re richer than me. The only reason I kept Liam was because I couldn’t bear aborting him! It was just a coincidence that Mr. Cadell recognized Liam!" Cassiopeia glared at her icily before heading back upstairs without another word. She decided she no longer cared what Freya thought of her. Freya could claim the title of Mrs. Cadell if she wanted to. She returned to Anya's bedroom and started packing right away. Every item in the room was infused with Anya’s scent. She was going to take them with her. When she spotted a picture album that Anya had placed on the table, she reached for it and flipped it open. It contained family picture

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

The only thing she actually admired about the display was the object hanging securely on the wall, proudly standing out amongst the pictures aligning the walls with fond memories, the simple center piece of the room that drew it all together. It was the beautiful rose painting that Chris had found stored away in the closet beside the stairs. Lifting up her hand, the brunette gently brushed away the dust that had collected on its oak frame, the specks of gray fluttering past her vision. Alina still didn't have a clue where it had come from, but she had to admit, upon closer inspection, that it definitely had a certain appeal to it. Floating in the middle of a black lake with realistic ripples

She held fresh gerbera daisies and gave them to Alleki. Alleki nodded and smiled as he received the flowers. “Thank you, Attisha.” Attisha Falke looked cute and petite. Her long curly auburn hair was disheveled because she was in a hurry to be here. She wore her signature moss long green skirt with two slits up to her hips on both sides, paired with a tight off-shoulder shirt of the same color, which perfectly complements her tanned skin. “Yulli is on his way, too. He’s just trying to sneak out from the elders.” Attisha said in between her shortness of breath. Among them, she was less athletic. But she performed well to gather secret information around Virina.

Everywhere I look I find sculptures, lamps, and different objects; no wonder Stefan loves to keep his apartment as neat and empty as possible, if his childhood house was anything like this one, he practically grew up in a tasteless medieval museum. “It’s a little too much, right?” Stefan whispers guessing my thoughts. “I can’t wait to see the pool in this place,” I exclaim as I look around me. Stefan smiles in that cute way that makes his eyes look smaller. “Stefan! Honey, you are here! My sweet boy!” A short chubby middle-aged woman shouts from the upper floor as she runs down the staircase. I guess she is his aunt Agatha, she has curly blonde hair, round brown eyes and her cheeks are red.

"M-marigold, I—" "Don't talk, Ella!" I cut her off. Now I felt tears running down my cheeks. But I wiped it like what a brave woman does. We both went to a peaceful place just inside the campus. We sat at the bench and looked at the beautiful scenery just infront of us. A garden full of beautiful flowers. I can even smell their scents. How I wish I was just a flower. Doing nothing but just sway and impress humans by its captivating physical appearance and addicting smell. Even if I'm just the only flower in a certain area, I wouldn't feel lonely because I don't have emotions just like a human have. "I'm sorry, Marigold. But I think Neil is right. I should stay away from everyone." She sadly

He worked the crowbar under the first board. Wood groaned. Gave. He removed another. Then another. The trapdoor opened. Darkness poured down. Thicker than before. He shone the flashlight up. The beam caught dust motes. Then something else. A shape in the far corner. Hooded. Bent. Holding something small. Black. Lens pointed downward. The shutter clicked again. Ethan stepped onto the floorboards. Veronica followed. The attic smelled of salt. Of wet stone. Of old film.

Locked. Just as she was about to knock, a young attendant appeared from behind the counter, her face a mixture of annoyance and caution. She cracked the door open just enough to peek through. “We’re closed,” the attendant stated, her tone flat and dismissive. Renata didn’t budge. “Tell Iris the black rose is in bloom.” The attendant’s expression immediately changed. Her eyes widened, and she looked nervously over Renata’s shoulder, checking the quiet street. Satisfied no one was watching, she opened the door wider, gesturing for Renata to hurry inside.

The air smelled like roses, probably from the freshener the maid had sprayed. Miles walked further in and noticed the maid had placed Ana’s few belongings on a little shelf by the corner. There weren’t many things, just a small bag, a pair of shoes, and some folded clothes. She didn’t own much. Then something caught his eye. He saw a small container sitting quietly on the dresser beside the mirror. It was white, and the label was clear. “Are those…” he mumbled to himself, walking slowly toward it. He picked it up and held it close to his face.