Butterfly Affection Novels & Stories

My voice came out in a whisper, “Nothing, I just... I just wanted to hug you.” He pulled back slightly, our faces still close. He looked into my eyes, his own softening. “You can hug me anytime, princess,” he said with a smile. I nodded, smiling back at him, trying to ignore the butterflies that seemed to be fluttering wildly in my stomach. He was so close. For a moment, it felt like there was something else—something unspoken between us. His eyes locked on mine, and I could feel my heart racing. But then he cleared his throat and pulled away completely. “Alright, you better get going, or your favourite Uncle will be late for his business meeting.”

Madeleine giggled, "But it is fine. Since I knew that me and him would never have worked. He did not make me feel butterflies in my tummy." Luke showed interest now. He was curious to know about this butterfly matter. No matter how much he had thought about it since his college days, he never felt the butterflies or he did know if he made someone feel butterflies in their tummy. "Do you think the butterflies in the tummy thing is real?" Madeleine nodded her head rigorously and confidently as though she had a PhD in it. "Of course, butterflies theory is very much real. And it is a proven symptom of love." Luke leaned back and thought if he had felt butterflies. "How does the butterflies feel?

Of course, with a little card like this: Dear Cara, This is the world’s largest butterfly, whose female wings can span up to 280 mm. They flutter in the air like pixies dancing in the sky. Do they resemble the ones that triggered the butterfly effect in the A****n rainforest? (Haha…just kidding, they only dwell in New Guinea:p) …… So I was quite astonished by this seemingly ordinary gift. I pressed the DV boot button and expected to watch my dad’s new “Amazing species” videos. But the DV storage file was blank.

"Why do I get the feeling you're sad?" A delicate brush of Miren's fingertip landed on the butterfly's wing. The docile little butterfly halted the flapping of its wings and awaited the gentle touch of Miren. She was surprised by the silver butterfly's docility and cooperation because Miren thought that the butterfly would fly away from her body because of her touch. Because this docility is very similar to the docility of the little butterflies that Miren's mother used to make, it caused Miren's heart to suddenly become tender.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

“That’s the same with this pretty butterfly. It loves being outside where it can fly around. If you lock it inside, it will be very, very sad. It won’t even want to eat or play with you. Is that what you want?” She looked at me and then at the butterfly in her hand. Tears sprang to her eyes as she answered. “I don’t want her to be sad. I want her to be happy, like me.” I smiled at her while running my finger down her cheek. “Then you have to set it free. Play with it outside, chase it, but don’t catch it. You also don’t want to hurt its wings, do you? Look at how weak they are.” “I don’t want to hurt her wings.” Her tears are long gone as what I said finally sinks in. “I’ll let it go now.”

"You cried against me until you passed out. You said nobody would ever love you again. And I told you, 'I'll love you for the rest of my life.'" She looked at me. "I meant it back then. I really did." I looked at her red eyes and almost laughed. "Do you even know what love is?" She said nothing. I kept going. "Love means wanting someone to be free. Wanting them to fly higher. Respecting their choices, even if one day they stop loving you. "Not locking them in a cage. Not breaking their wings and calling it love just because nobody else can reach them anymore. "That's not love. That's possession.

How could it be otherwise. “Lemming or not, I'm not jumping that cliff with you. And I'm done being a maggot. I'd rather be a butterfly. Something that can fly away.” One crept out from behind a leaf, a scintillating blue Morpho. I coaxed it onto my palm then blew it in his face. “That way, if we fall, I won't smash open like a pinata.”

To tell you the truth, I am starting to wonder if I am one of them. I am currently ambling down the alley where the shop was located. I needed funds for my schooling, and I didn't receive any salary after I started to work there. Do I have any salary based on my performance? I don't think so. With my hands in my pockets, I paved my way and walked five blocks from my school. It's actually not far and it's near to the studio where I'm currently residing. That's one of the reasons why I applied there. A black butterfly landed on my shoulder when I was on the third block. It's beautiful despite its color and meaning. When a black butterfly shows, there's a possibility that misfortune will take p

Gonzalo took her face and caressed her cheek. They stared at one another with eyes full of emotions. Patricia's eyes were sad, but there's something in them that Gonzalo couldn't identify. She was staring at him, but it's like she's looking into his soul. Gonzalo swallowed hard as butterflies started dancing in his belly. As time goes by, his feelings for Patricia grow stronger and stronger. But the more she learns about her, the more things get complicated. He doesn't have anything concrete yet, but he's starting to suspect.