Butterflies Stories Novels & Stories

My heart restarted with a pang, its pounding drowning the air howling past us. Curling instinctively around Xanthea, I pulled her back against my chest and twisted, turning my back toward the ground. The valley sensed me. The moment it did, a swarm of red butterflies erupted across the land like a living storm, rising upward in a violent squall. They united into a crimson tide just before impact, breaking our fall. The breath knocked from my lungs as we rebounded off my butterflies. My back crashed into the cushioned bed of spider lilies, pain bursting through my spine.

I breathed, pointing with a trembling finger. His eyes widened. "Are those...butterflies? Glowing butterflies?" We moved closer, enchanted by the ethereal sight. A whole cloud of them hovered in a small glade, their wings shimmering with every color of the rainbow. They seemed to pulse and swirl in hypnotic patterns, drawing us in like moths to a flame. Connor reached out a wondering hand, his eyes wide open with awe. The butterflies swirled around him eagerly, touching on his hair, his shoulders, his outstretched fingers. He laughed with childlike delight.

"You've got a gentle touch." Saben grinned, his excitement infectious. "Can we take it home?" Sabrina smiled, her head shaking. "Butterflies belong in the wild, Saben. They're happiest when they are free." "Just like Mommy," Benedict muttered beneath his breath, his eyes lingering on Sabrina. She listened to him but didn't pay much heed, focusing on guiding the butterfly Saben was holding to fly free again. "See? It's happy now," she said as the butterfly flew off.

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me” For a reason unknown to me, my thoughts went to Alex. Maybe because this brooch is so 'US' or maybe because he was inside the jewelry store while I was checking it out. Somehow the butterfly became a symbol of our love. I sighed pushing back the sadness I was feeling so I can enjoy my butterfly. I didn’t need a card, the words engraved on the butterfly wing were more than enough. There was something though that was still bothering me but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I told her I wanted it to get better, so she helped me by reading up on how to look after butterflies. We tended to it, cared for it, until the day it was time for it to heal, and it should have left. It didn’t. I told her we didn’t do it right. The butterfly didn’t fly like we’d read in the book. She said we should give it more time. I’d given up hope, in my eyes the butterfly was dead. Then one day, she told me to come, she lifted the lid, and the butterfly flew out of the box.

Alone, sitting. Not that the fairy knew anything else. The time passed, until, on a hot spring day, a butterfly flew through the mountains and glaciers, and as if it were only there for this cause, it lands on the fairy's wrist. The fairy does not react, no movement stands there as it has done for a long time, staring at the blue and black wings of the butterfly. This one stays there for a few moments, spreading its wings as if it were going to stretch, then, suddenly closing it as if it had changed its mind, again flapping its wings and flying through the colossal pillars of ice, disappearing from the castle.

Seriously, what’s wrong with men and their broken promises? I should leave this place; it’s obviously not working for what I came here for. Or so I thought till my eyes caught the yellow butterfly, which landed on the flower’s nectar. A small smile graced my face as I reached for it with the back of my index finger. After Zahra, my love for butterflies will always last an eternity. Every time I play with them, I grow envious of their way of life. So free, quiet, colorful, and always with a knack for the beautiful nectar of life.

Love Butterfly, I hope Butterfly get out soon, after everything she was through she deserve happiness right along with the rest of us. It hurt me to learn what she was through, all of our stories are crazy people label us as out-of-control delinquents children. Adults will never understand unless they take a walk in our shoes. The world can be cruel as people throw us to the wolves. I folded my paper up and headed back home.