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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.

After i was done i sat down and settled for a movie but stood up when i heard the doorbell ring Argh please let me eat and watch my movie in peace I opened the door and saw flowers again! I checked out if i would see anyone but no it was as though the person had disappeared Yeah no one I picked the flowers and walked back inside, i dropped the flowers and checked for a card It was so nice to see you And watch you from afar From your secret admirer ❤️ Sighing i dropped the card and focused on my movie, I’m not going to stress myself with one god forsaken admirer. I concentrated fully on my movie A few hours went by and i heard the doorbell ring again, i stood up to check it and it was Susan

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.

Mae did realize how foolish that sounded,giving Mathew a light tap on his back she walked away from him following the alignment of flowers on the wall.his living room had no shade of color,it was plain and somehow it fit the aura in the house, stopping in front of a pot of flower she took crouching position to look and admire its beauty,it had colors like lilac and grey,she had never seen or heard if such weird color mix and it was surprisingly beautiful,still admiring the flower Mathew regained himself and joined her where she was bending down,he didn't take the position with her instead he rested his back against the wall as he watched her watch the flower.

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?”

"M-marigold, I—" "Don't talk, Ella!" I cut her off. Now I felt tears running down my cheeks. But I wiped it like what a brave woman does. We both went to a peaceful place just inside the campus. We sat at the bench and looked at the beautiful scenery just infront of us. A garden full of beautiful flowers. I can even smell their scents. How I wish I was just a flower. Doing nothing but just sway and impress humans by its captivating physical appearance and addicting smell. Even if I'm just the only flower in a certain area, I wouldn't feel lonely because I don't have emotions just like a human have. "I'm sorry, Marigold. But I think Neil is right. I should stay away from everyone." She sadly

he says as I try to support him. I looked up and nearly burst into tears at what I saw. Florence's body pinned to the attic door. The hilt of a blade sticking out of her stomach. The door was ajar. I am like a bull seeing a red flag as I dart towards her. Whoever has done this to her needs to suffer, and I mean suffer. I am so angry as I push past her. “NNNOOO.” a man’s voice cries out from inside the attic. I walked up behind him, about to knock him out. Florence gives a little cough. She’s alive? Thank the goddess she is still alive.

The air carried the scent of blooming flowers, mingled with silk and expensive perfumes that clung to the grand hall. Amid the aristocrats exchanging pleasantries, Atthy stood out like a presence one couldn’t ignore. Her red hair cascaded in soft waves, catching the sunlight that streamed through the great windows. Her emerald eyes were serene—nearly unreadable—but to the observant, there was a flicker of discomfort hidden within their depths.

I'm tired of being a coward and choosing the mediocre. If Lorcan wants to play a game then, so be it. I'm gonna show him how to play it, correctly. Trixy is full again and she took me to the apartment smoothly. After getting the keys, i left her in the garage and turned around to my abode. But to my surprise, Atticus is standing before the door with a bouquet of red roses on his arms. "Hey. What... brings you here?" I can't take off my eyes from the flowers. It just feels kind of weird.

“I have to tell you that a great deal of what you’re telling me is in Nate’s book. Everything but what happens after the wedding doesn’t happen, which we should know after the banquet tonight.” “I would hope so. In the meantime, what do you think about these flowers? I thought I’d pick them myself instead of having the servants do the task. Smell these beautiful white Jasmine flowers, I think they’ll be perfect.” As Vashti brought the bunch of flowers up to her nose, Anna heard a loud, insistent buzzing coming from the center of the bloom. Suddenly, a giant bee flew off the flower and started flying around Anna’s head, creating a persistent buzzing. Anna raised her hand to swat the bee, but