Flowers In The Attic Novels & Stories

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Caroline sat beside her mother, Agatha, flipping through the glossy pages of a wedding catalog, scanning the carefully curated arrangements of flowers. Soft sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the pages, casting a gentle glow over the delicate bouquets displayed on each spread. Agatha’s fingers lingered over an image of pristine white roses, her expression calm yet decisive. "White roses," she said firmly, tapping the picture with purpose. "Classic, elegant. They symbolize purity and new beginnings. They’re perfect."

Veronica walked to it. Picked it up. Smaller than she remembered. Older. She turned it over. Found the slot. Pulled the memory card. It was not plastic. It was shell. Mother of pearl. Etched with faint lines. Names. She crushed it in her fist. Shell cracked. Powder fell between her fingers. The attic exhaled. Long. Slow. The air cleared. The smell of salt faded. The camera dissolved into dust. They stood in ordinary attic darkness. Flashlight beam steady.

“ Wow. Rich people's lifestyle! Unimaginable. No wonder you are the Alpha of this pack!" Now, she spoke, scanning the entire interior with a wide open mouth. The house was filled with antiques and, half of the hall room had transparent ceilings. To be exact, different types of foreign or local flower plants filled half of the hall, exhibiting it like a greenhouse. Admiring, she walked towards the hydrangeas. It always gave her love and attention because it stirred up some memories inside her head. Some beautiful moments where she could live a happy life. “ Don't touch them and come with me!"

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

It's time to start the Ceremony," Aunt Lisa said, walking inside my room. Kate, Kayla, and Ebony walked in front of me. I waited by the door for a moment before it was time for me to walk out. Once it was my turn, I walked slowly. I was worried that I might fall and embarrass myself. I looked around the backyard and was shocked at how beautiful it was. There were beautiful rose petals on the ground. All the old decorations destroyed in the battle were gone and replaced with new ones. I knew that the Pack had to have helped and would be thinking of them later. Derek met me halfway as and placed my hand in his. He looked so handsome in his black suit. Once we made it to where Uncle Michael was

Picking her up in his arms with a frown and tingling sensation in his body, he carried her out of the blood splattered scene into his secret attic situated somewhere in the middle of the woods. The attic was clear and clean, light cascades in from a vaulted ceiling, the beams meeting in a series of arches. The roof had a gothic twirl and in it were cut six round small windows, shafts of light coming through just the same as the brilliant beams in a forest. On closer inspection the floor was quite worn under the dust layer as nobody went there in decades. There were square indentations from chair legs and larger ones more fitting for tables and a bed. It was like the small house built upside

I say, panning over the countertops and the large, dining space bathed in natural light with huge windows. “It’s gorgeous,” Cass says. “You’re going to make this place amazing. Like this cottage.” “Thanks,” I say, climbing the stairs to the second floor. “But it’s going to take some work.” When I reach the steep, narrow staircase leading to the attic, I pause. “There’s an attic up there stuffed full of old stuff.” I point the phone up the attic stairs. “The kids are dying to explore it, but I told them they have to wait until I check it out first.”

Is it a fetish to fuck with my life they feel? I pushed the door and entered, watching the light turn on by itself, illuminating the entire large room of the suite. The room is largely decorated in shades of white and gold, the fluffy rug on the floor over the light carpet, the glossy wooden table for reading in the corner with an armchair, the detail that caught my attention was the delicate arrangement of flowers in a vase small, I immediately remembered my father, knowing how to identify it right away because it was hard not to know that they were pink alstroemerias, I projected my eyes to the lamps on the sides of the bed on the corner table and there were more small vases with flowers,

"Listen to me, Hazel," "I'm listening," I sobbed. "Don't stand up when I get to the door, okay? Remain where you are, do you get me?" "But he's going to know that I'm here. He's going to sense me!" I cried. "Then you run," "To where?" "There's a small door in the attic. I carved it out. It's not connected to the main attic and anyone who comes looking there for you would get distracted by the main door because the other is concealed,"

Jamie sighed, "Nope." "But where are we supposed to find this herb? Are we really expected to climb cliffs like ancient people, risking our lives just to get it?" "Wouldn't it be great if it just fell from the sky?" Tatiana couldn't help but laugh. As Jamie spoke, he happened to notice a few elderly gardeners moving plants out of the bedroom. "Big sister, are all these flowers yours?”"There are so many!" Tatiana replied while eating, "Yeah, they're all gifts from others. The weather is nice today, so I thought I'd let them soak up some sun."