Flowers In The Attic Novels & Stories

Then he continued to move forward, sliding in his wheelchair. Until Thorne arrived at the door of the attic, William once again pestered him, saying, "Theodore, the attic is closed all year round, with poor ventilation. You shouldn't go in. It's not good for your health." Thorne sighed, "Dad, I had come all the way here, it would be a shame not to take a look." Then he cleverly stared at William and said, "Is there an unknown secret hidden in this attic?" William said, "No, absolutely not. We, the Fletcher family, are not like you, the Miller family. Our family is small, and we are the only ones living in this big courtyard. There is no scheming or secrets here."

Rosanna steadied me as we moved to the far back of the attic where she had cleared a small space for me. An old mattress with three thick folded blankets was under the one and only circular window. A pillow, a neatly folded dress and shoes were resting next to it. In the middle was a child sized table with a tray overflowing with fruits and vegetables. On the floor below it was a pitcher of water and a clean glass next to a smaller tray with its covering still on it. There was a small lantern close to the table too and a little wooden box overflowing with Star Daisies beside it.

I take a book about herbal medicine. Sitting on the couch, flicking through the pages, I toss the book aside. I leave the room and wander up the hall. The smell of cooked apples and warm caramel hit my nose again. I follow the smell until it leads me to an old staircase that goes up into an attic I slowly walk up the stairs. They appear rotten and damp. I reach the door handle, turn the knob, and push the door open. As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room—a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass.

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

There were some points to solve before the great war that everyone is waiting for. I was sitting in the sisters' garden, there were many roses and flowers of all kinds which gave me peace and tranquility. I stretched my legs because after being bent for a long time I did not feel them behind my back, I feel a presence so I turn my head. head and relaxed a little when seeing that it was the previous vampire - Atticus - he says to which I frown - my name is Atticus, not a vampire. -Do you read my mind?- I see him shrug his shoulders.

The silence pressed against me from all sides. My attention shifted toward the ceiling. A small hatch was hidden above the hallway outside the room. The attic. Something inside me immediately wanted to check it. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe paranoia. Maybe desperation. I wasn't even sure anymore. I dragged an old chair beneath the hatch and pushed it open. Dust rained down onto my shoulders. The smell hit me immediately. Old wood. Mold. Forgotten things. I climbed up slowly and pulled myself into the attic. Darkness surrounded me except for a few thin beams of sunlight pushing through cracks in the roof. Boxes were stacked everywhere. Furniture covered with sheets sat abandoned in corners. T

Kael and I followed the scent upstairs to the last floor of the house. The Attic! “It can’t be,” I whispered, frozen at the top of the attic stairs. Kael didn’t respond. He pushed past me and opened the door gently. “Kael… It’s her” I said in a low tone. He was staring at the small space in disbelief, at the mattress that barely looked like it could hold a body, the peeling walls, the single cracked window. And the scent. Her scent. Sweet. Inviting. A perfect blend of freshly baked chocolate cookies and something softer, something uniquely her.

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

His eyes alone fill me with warmth, and I return his smile as we get to the attic. The place looks . . . magical. There are tall shelves on the walls, filled with all sorts of books and jarred plants and even animals swimming in strange potions. There are glass jars and vials in the middle of the room, some of them bubbling over heat and some of them just stacked and stored. What catches my eye is the basin that sits in the middle of the table, which is full of swirling white smoke. Gammie motions us to sit in the little cushions on the floor as we huddle in the corner.