Flowers In The Attic Novels & Stories

" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor. Every single detail seemed to tell a story of the agonizing and horrific slaughter that had taken place in this very house. "Rena!"

The vivid red slowly faded and turned into a soft pink. He pointed at it in shock. “Yes! The door I saw was the same pink as this! How did you know?” I explained, “When I was searching the attic, I found a severed limb with a mandrake flower tattoo. I thought it was odd back then, but it just occurred to me that the tattoo had a four-petaled flower, while the pattern on the curtain had six petals. The game wouldn’t use two different petal counts randomly, so I figured it was a hint. The four-petaled flower on the curtain is the key, and the escape route is probably hidden beneath this one.”

The grunts from the person kept on ringing in my ears along with thunderous blows on the door while my mind tried to keep up with what was happening around me, trying to find a possible way out of this mess. The windows shuddered as the cold wind slammed against the glass. My dilated eyes darted towards those windows with a hope for a possible escape. I got out from under the bed and towards the window to open it, only to be greeted by my fear of heights. The snow layered backyard was barely visible in the faintly illuminated moonlight but through that darkness, I could still see the silhouette of the tree, as old as the house itself. The branches were perfectly bare, with nothing but the se

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

It was at a completely isolated place. "Oh my god! Eric." before she yelled anymore, I took her inside. We kept standing under the gentle spring wind. The nascent leaves have that soft green essence and the ground is scattered with vivid bloom whose petals dance in the breeze. Scarlett Miller's POV The whole garden was covered with flowers, there was a wall where the names of many couples were scribbled. One minute these flowers were artificial, Oh my god! Only artificial flowers were scattered on the ground. I looked towards Eric and instantly asked, "Eric why are these flowers artificial?"

I can't help but wonder what exactly he wanted to use my unborn kids for, because knowing the kind of person he is, he wasn't just doing all that 'perfect heir' scheme for nothing. But I suppose I'll never know, and that's good. When I leave his office and company building, I walk straight to a florist shop which is warm and full of fragrant flowers. Athena would like these; she talked about her love for white peonies and red roses in her sleep last night. So I buy exactly those, ordering the florist to wrap them up in a large bouquet. As I drive uptown toward the penthouse, I rest the bouquet across my lap and think about everything I'm going to tell Athena when I get home.

She trudged up five flights, kicked her boots off inside, and froze. Something felt… off. She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Two of them now. Deep crimson. Growing directly from the spine of Sea Glass Psalms, like they had rooted themselves into the poetry. No pot. No soil. Just… existing. Aria moved closer, slowly.

I wasn't sure what she meant. But an hour later... I found myself climbing the narrow attic stairs with a flashlight and a pair of work gloves. --- Dust floated through the air as I switched on the old ceiling light. The attic smelled like forgotten years. Wedding decorations. Old furniture. Suitcases. Christmas ornaments. Photo albums. Pieces of a life we'd built together. I started with the easiest boxes first. Books. Old magazines. A broken lamp. Then I found a cardboard box marked in Amelia's handwriting.

I try to smile at my reflection but it comes across tight and unnatural, my slightly upturned nose crinkles in annoyance. I shake my head slightly so as to distract myself from those thoughts and turn my attention to the scene outside the window. The sky, which is a shade of soft, peachy pink, tells me it must be a bit past seven. Leaning forward, my hair falls to the side as I take a deep breath of fresh air and prepare to head down. First, I admire the lands once more, trying to hold on to the happy feeling lingering inside of me. The front yard is a subject of pride and looking down from the attic one can easily see why. All kinds of flowering plants stand at the front, moving with grace

When I forced the flame out but smelted the smoke, I rushed to the bathroom took a towel and carried it over, and put it over the flame before it spread stifling it with a hiss, Exhaling out a sigh of relief, I plucked up the towel to glare at the scorch mark “omg if anybody sees this, I’m certainly going to be dead. My mind raced to figure out what I could do to cover this before someone found out, especially my sisters they would rat me out in a second, I went up to the attic we were not authorized to go up there but we did makeovers to our rooms and had new carpet so we must still have a few pieces left; I am already in trouble, so why not? I moved over to the door and slowly opened it, l