Romans & histoires Sequel To Flowers In The Attic Book

I say before pulling the doors open and dashing out running as fast as I can just like I once had, still amazed at how fast I've become, I can feel Myles running just behind me till I run past the garage and the main entrance towards a plain field full of herbs and flowers, The immediate scent if flowers attacks my nostrils causing me to scrunch my nose as I look around , I was expecting another castle of a mansion at least to see people running here and there but it's a whole new thing as I'm covered with plain snow and flowers all around me, I squint my eyes to check for any sign of life and I see a rooftop far away from Me, I could feel Myles scent get closer to me as I proceed to run far

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There was a good chance that he was just feeding off me to recharge. I pulled away at that thought, bringing the drink to my lips to hide the way my smile dropped. My heart tightened in my chest, and I glanced behind him to the stairwell. He waited patiently for me to walk ahead of him before following after me. I was beginning to hate this walk and the attic. It was the same thing everyday, and I was not getting any closer to an answer. The book I was reading was not as old as the one that had been stolen, but it was frail enough that I felt guilty touching it. My laptop was next to it, waiting for me to begin the endless task of translating for the day.

I repeated, trying to sound surprised, not shaken. ‎ ‎She nodded. “There are old things still in the attic. We never touched them. Maybe you’d like to see?” ‎ ‎“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.” ‎ ‎The stairs creaked as we climbed, the air turning colder with every step. The attic smelled of mothballs and forgotten years. Dust floated in the dim light as the woman pulled open an old trunk in the corner. ‎ ‎“This is all that was left,” she said softly. ‎

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

What the fuck is going on? We get to the attic and she opens the door. I was dreading the sight. "What in the-" So many dead bouquets of mostly roses and they each had letters stuck to them. "Mom? What is all this? What is going on? I was terrified. I couldn't breathe properly. I think I had a PTSD for roses. It was so believable now that he was stalking her. He always used roses.

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This was their fresh start, and like with all things, once the storm passes, the flowers can bloom. AUTHOR'S NOTES:: 2 more chapters remain, and then Book #1 of the Vengeance series will be concluded. Don't miss the cliffhanger tomorrow; it'll be a lead-up to what awaits in Book 2, soon to be released. I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please remember to leave a review and rating, as they always help contribute to the growth of authors. I also hope you search for my published books on am@ zon under T. Murphy. The Demon Bride series is a gooder. Remember also to follow me on F//B 202MURPHY.

Jason seconded, you would think they were the married ones not Nate. In a few minutes, Nate managed to get the flowers and he made his way home to beg his wife. Author's Note Done. So what do you guys think, any good? The next chapter would be in Aurora's POV So until then vote, comment and share Loads of love Blessing

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?