How To Maintain A Butterfly Garden Effectively?

Having grown up together, Selena Campbell and Frederick Lancaster were childhood sweethearts known as the perfect golden couple. To support him, she planned every step with painstaking care and calculated each move to perfection. She eliminated every obstacle in his path and paved the way for him to become the only Warbringer in Aurensia. Selena thought their love would eventually lead to marriage. But one day, a plain-looking young woman suddenly walked into Frederick’s life. At first, he said, "A mountain girl like her? She's beneath you, hardly even worth a second glance." Later, he said, "She's simple-minded and naive. Don't bother with her, Lena." But Selena slowly came to realise that the way Frederick looked at her was growing colder by the day. And when he looked at that young woman, there was a spark in his eyes—like he'd come alive again, full of the passion and recklessness of youth. One day, Frederick turned to her with a weary look and said, "Selena, how's our picture-perfect life treating you? Because honestly... I think I'm getting a little tired of it." That very night, Selena tore up the betrothal contract and left without a backward glance. "You won't survive without me!" Frederick roared furiously. But Selena smiled softly. "No. You're nothing without me, Your Highness."

"Daisy is a kind , cheerful and always help others , but I'm a selfish , My first priority is myself and I'm not cheerful either . So , I just wanted to be a part of this world and receive their love for granted. I'm tired of acting . Though , I'm not DAISY , I wanted them to remember me . I wish ,there was a place for me in this world." i said and his eyes widened for moment and he suddenly hugged me tightly . "I'm sorry for leaving you alone ." "It was really hard for you . it's okay to be selfish . it's okay to prior yourself . it's okay to take their love for granted . it's okay to be yourself and live your own life". "Sorry for taking a long time , even if you hide yourself from everyone . I'll always try finding you . Finally , I found you , Emily ". As he said , my eyes widened . I always wanted them to not find me out , but the truth is , I just waited to be found out by someone . Now, I know, he's the black butterfly I waited for . ---------------------------------------------- Emily is a 20 years old college student, who lived a normal life. But suddenly when she transmigrated into a 17 years old girl named Daisy in a complete different world and she become the heroine in a novel . Then, she continues to act like the real heroine to survive , until she was found out by the Daman ; People in this kingdom faces crisis which is done by the villain , Lukhas . The God gives her a clue "The conducts of your close one , shall give away the real misfortune". After listening to the clue , She finds out ,the real enemy is someone powerful than Lukhas and someone closer to the people with her. "Will she able to handle the truth ? " -----------------------------------------

Ellie Simms is a woman on the run. She had just escaped from an abusive ex-boyfriend who left his mark on her skin. A talented design artist, she finds solace in a new job with Harris Corp Designs, owned by the enigmatic Zac Harris. Upon meeting Ellie during her job interview, Zac immediately recognises deep pain within her beautiful, albeit withdrawn shell, rousing his protective instincts. When she finally opens up, Zac discovers that she is broken in more ways than one. After seeing the travesty carved into her skin, Zac takes her to his sister's tattoo parlour to cover it up, and Ellie chooses a butterfly, a creature as beautiful and delicate as herself... Ellie may think she's broken, but Zac sees the beautiful, brave woman she is as she fights for justice for herself and others.

In my final year of high school, my parents died, leaving me nothing but a crumbling brick house. And yet, I somehow got myself a younger brother. He was a second-year student at our school, at the top of his grade. But no one respected him. Even when he was bullied, the teachers turned a blind eye. Why? Because even if others didn't beat him, his drunken father did it every day, while his cowardly mother never dared to fight back. I dragged him home with all my strength, patched up his wounds, and kept him with me for several days. Later, when his mother was beaten to death, I called the police and had his father arrested. "Hey," I told him, "from now on, live with me. I don't have any family left. Call me sister, and I'll put you through school." He dreamed of getting into a prestigious university. So I dropped out, set up a street stall, sold my own blood, and even took illegal jobs just to support him. When he graduated, he said he wanted to start a business. I gave him every cent of my savings. And then one day, I watched him stand beneath the dazzling lights, a radiant girl at his side, holding a trophy for a youth entrepreneurship award. I looked down at the cancer diagnosis in my hands. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. In the end, I had raised him into someone I could no longer reach. It was time for me to leave the stage.

Stephanie is gifted with the ability to speak with animals. She sees this gift as a curse, but never did she know that just by the visit of her Uncle Ramsey and Cousin Dorothy would she all the more learn to appreciate this wonderful gift. . .

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.