Flowers In The Attic Novels & Stories

, he chuckled before turning around and leaving m I stared at the flowers in my hands. They were indeed very beautiful and I loved them even more because they were black in color. Atlene was right about one thing if he had given me regular flowers, I definitely wouldn't have taken a second glance at them. But they caught attention because they were black roses. I looked at Atlene's receeding figure. I wondered just how much about me he was right about. I held the flowers in my hands and walked back into the mansion.

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.

“Lady Mila has a strange fondness for the number seven. The words, as if amplified by a megaphone, climbed up the brick walls. - Quiet! At the entrance to the right entrance girlfriends expected another oddity. A riot of colors hid the windows of the first floor. Flowers are everywhere: in narrow flowerbeds between paved paths, in massive concrete tubs, which, if desired, cannot be moved even by a crowd of adult men, greenery seemed to grow out of nowhere, rising along the stucco molding of the old house almost to the roof. The fact that roses bloomed next to tulips did not hide from the eyes, and scarlet dahlias blazed under bushy lilacs with white clusters of small flowers. And the biggest

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of

They went to the end of the hall and climbed up another flight of stairs to reach the attic. The attic floor, like the rest of the Dorm, was carpeted. But the carpet here was so thick that no sound could be heard. There were 2 doors on either side of the wide hall way. Ms. Ermingard opened the first door to the left labelled SC01 and led the small group inside.

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

Zane’s POV I climbed to the attic, my breath coming in short bursts as I reached the top faster than I ever should’ve. The smell of freesia hit me before I even opened the door. It was her scent. The girl. The door stood between me and her, the silence thick enough to swallow me whole. I paused, letting my mind settle, recalling how I had searched the Silverwood packhouse from top to bottom. Why hadn’t I thought to check the attic first?

When the lights flickered on, a neat room came into view. In the corner was a modest-sized bed with a lampside beside it. Near her was a study table with school supplies, and across it, a window. Opposite the foot of the bed stood a cabinet filled with different kinds of flowers—each preserved, laminated, and framed. Atasha walked closer, admiring the collection. The flowers were stunning, their beauty perfectly preserved. She examined each one until her eyes landed on a photo at the very center. She froze. It was a family picture—a couple seated while a young man and woman stood behind them.

WHERE IS SHE? That's when the door to the staircase that would lead to the attic caught my eye. I walked there, finding it ajar, which was strange, we always kept it tightly closed since Rose claimed that place was horrifying, like everything else in that house. I climbed the stairs already preparing myself for what I would find upstairs. Rose was curled up on an old couch that we had taken out of the living room to put a more comfortable option, her red and swollen eyes focused on me, displaying a pain that broke me for a few seconds, making me hesitate to approach.

I nearly shouted, snatching it from her hands. She clicked her tongue. “Hmm... it’s interesting.” “Damn you,” I snapped. My journal was private—sacred. “Go clean the attic. It's filthy,” she said flippantly, tossing her hair as she walked out of the house. I looked up toward the attic. Dust streamed down from the half-open hatch. Had she been up there? I grabbed the long broom behind the door and made my way up. The attic was a mess—dust so thick I had to cover my nose with my sleeve. I stumbled around, searching for the light switch, and finally flicked it on.