Flowers In The Attic Novels & Stories

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

“I told you what I needed to say. Go enjoy your Valentine’s Day gift, little flower.” I blush at the nickname before nodding and heading towards the attic. I hesitate in the doorway, looking at the beautiful little key before sliding it into the lock. The door swings open with a soft ‘click.’

She moved closer to the window and let her gaze wander to the garden filled with fragrant flowers that were located outside the room. The soft light of the moon shone through the gaps in the clouds and illuminated the lovely garden below. The gentle night breeze causes the delicate flowers to flutter, illuminating the beauty that lies within the still area. The glittery dewdrops perched on the petals, glistening like pearls of the air; the dewdrop is small but sparkling and beautiful, and it captures the beautiful light of the moonlight deep within itself. Those who gaze upon its splendor are almost certain to find themselves falling hopelessly in love. Dylan was probably asleep, the whole l

I kicked open the attic door and slammed it behind me, twisting the rusted lock until it clicked. Silence. For a second. Then a low moan began to rise from the floor beneath me. I didn’t look down. Instead, I turned on my phone flashlight and scanned the attic. Dust choked the air, thick enough to taste. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling like curtains. But there it was. The Throne. A faded red velvet chair, carved from black wood, shaped like a blooming rose with thorns for armrests. A chair fit for a queen—or a sacrifice.

She licked it and raised her eyebrow. “Why does my blood be tasteless?” she shook her head and shrugged. She continued arranging the roses while humming. She paused and turned to the left side. She closed her eyes and heightened her hearing ability. She opened her eyes and smiled. “I see, they are early. Excited, huh?” she said and dropped the roses, the flower that she unlike. She went out of her house. Bulwarks were running and screaming. Some of them bumped at her but she only smiled and continued walking.

Beyond the open door though, I could see what this space really was. It was massive, spanning larger than the ballroom. Tencrest was laid out like a square, with additional wings branching off, but the core of the house was basically just a rectangle. The attic must have been at least 5,000 square feet and just a wide open space. Chairs, desks, bedframes, and trunks filled it. There was an obvious pathway to walk, but there was minimal space for us to stand. Celia walked the length of the attic, where a blonde burly man jotted in a notepad. The window against his back illuminated him and I immediately knew he was human. It was something about his stance, like he had never had to fight for hi

Nicklaus' mansions were mostly filled with omegas because he didn't trust the humans enough to make them servants in his turf. Once the butler was nowhere in sight she was further into the garden which was the first in-house garden with artificial lights all over the place giving it the heavenly look. It was the first in-house garden she'd seen with the most beautiful and rare flowers.. She was surprised and wondered how they were about to keep all the plants fresh.. She walked around the place checking all the flowers and inhaling all of its beautiful scents.. Even the flowers were heavenly.. There were chocolate cosmos, orchid, ghost orchid, jade vine, parrot peak, kokia cookei, campion, S

Chapter 11 Love As Joe hangs there, half way through the moonhole in the ceiling, with his shoulders in the air garden, his eyes fixed upon the vibrant purple flower glowing serenely in the dim light, he finds himself captivated by its ethereal beauty. Each delicate petal seems to sparkle in harmony with the beautiful serenity of the airgarden, casting a mesmerizing spell upon his senses. The rich hue of the orchid hybred reminds him of Nerissa, its vibrant shade echoing the enchanting presence she holds in his heart.

She’d never asked. The morning he unlocked it and held the door open, she understood it was an offering. She stepped inside. The light was dim and golden. Shelves lined the walls, full of jars sealed and labeled by year and flower type. Linden, 2021. Clover, 2023. Wildflower blend, this season, the label still clean. The extractor sat in the center of the room, a tall drum of steel. The whole space hummed with old warmth, with that deep amber smell that got in your lungs and stayed.

Chapter 85 Title: Love in Bloom The day quickly transformed into evening as the sun cast a golden hue over Mia’s garden, bathing it in a romantic glow that made the whole place shimmer like a dream. Rows of delicate wildflowers in blush, ivory, and lavender lined the aisle, which was paved with soft white petals. The make-shift altar was a breathtaking arc of blooming roses and jasmine, wound tightly around white birchwood branches, standing tall at the garden’s edge beneath a canopy of fairy lights that flickered like a sky full of stars.