Blushing Butterfly Novels & Stories

* According to the Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary, butterflies are defined as a nectar-feeding insect with two pairs of large, typically brightly coloured wings that are covered with microscopic scales. The definition was standard across most modern day dictionaries. For Afrah however, butterflies could be defined as the ghostly entities which fluttered within the confines of her stomach whenever she looked up to find Adnan staring at her. During such an occurrence, she would clamp down on her spoon and refuse to stare at him.

His breadth falling on me. "I love you in red." He whispered huskily, caressing my cheeks and my eyes were just shut. "From the time you adjusted your bathrob, you kept on blushing, and i kept on noticing it." "Its hard to see it, but so worth it!" He whispered and rubbed his cheek with mine, stealing a kiss on the crook of my neck. I gasped. Is this what butterflies feels like? To have the tingling sensation throughout the body when you feel like crushing under a weight and at the same time feeling like a balloon of helium?

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. Its wings, a kaleidoscope of colors, shimmered in the sunlight, a fragile masterpiece of nature. Then, the idyllic scene shattered. The butterfly, a symbol of beauty and fleeting joy, morphed into a swarm of a million ants, their tiny bodies coalescing into a writhing, menacing mass. They descended upon him, an army of miniature terrors, crawling over his skin, their mandibles biting and stinging, inflicting a thousand tiny pinpricks of agony.

Butterflies to Soft breeze, everything is there with a mystical surrounding. She can't help but step bigger with her every movement. Her hand reaches to flower that looks timid, as if they are shy. It's addictive and shit can't help but feel for their charm. As she pluck a rose, the thorn of the plant pricks her finger, causing the tip of her finger bleeding. And the moment the scent of her blood spreads around the area, she turns with a frown. The calm bushes start moving. The flapping sounds of wings keep coming.

As she held the pink wrapping paper and glanced at the two butterflies on it, which were blue and red, she thought that it was similar to the one in her memory. Since the two chose the butterfly as the token of love, every time he gave her flowers, whether it was red roses or blue enchantress, it would always come with wrapping paper, printed with the two butterflies. He would pre-order the wrapping paper every time because there were a lot of wrapping papers with butterfly marks but she had never seen two butterflies in pairs where one was red and the other was blue. It had to have been custom-made.

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

Goosebumps erupted her flesh. I yanked off my shirt. “Straddle on me.” Certainly, she did as I told her with a blush, and I lowered my head, sucked the dark pink pebble, making her shake. Tugging between my teeth, I cupped the other and pinched between my fingers. I put enough pressure that she couldn’t help but squirm and had my hair on her grip. “Colton.” “Shh. You have to be very quiet, twig.” I moved to the other tit and gave the same attention. I licked the valley between her breasts and slid my body down enough for my face closer between her thighs. I could smell the nectarine scent of her arousal—it was intoxicating that almost made me come.

he said smirking. “Okay, “x” is for breaking up.” I sighed hoping is not going to happen and he nodded. “Oh, I just remembered, I wanted to ask you…The day Chris gave me the note from you it was a d and a b. “ “Sweetheart, for me you are like a butterfly. Your whole life makes me think about butterflies. You are now mature and beautiful just like a butterfly” Alex smiled caressing my face. “My butterfly”. I can feel my cheeks turning red, that was such a nice thing to say. “My butterfly”

Again she focused all her attention on the shrub, staring at it for a few seconds before the green chlorophyll began to slowly bleed from the leaves until at last the shrub stood bare, it’s leaves having turned white and completely devoid of colour. Just then a butterfly with wings the colour of burnished gold and adorned with black markings lazily landed on the rose bush directly in front of Merlin, catching her attention. She stared hard at it, her very gaze seeming to paralyize the creature into submission as the colour from its body seeped out replacing it with an empty shade of grey nothingness. She blinked, breaking her hold over the butterfly, who sensing an opportunity for escape, qu