Butterfly Affection Novels & Stories

"Why does the earth bear with his presence?" Ignoring everything, she despised Aaron for keeping her waiting so long. One of her reflections mirrored on the opposite side with an ugly grin on its face in her millionth reflection. "I'm not falling for your trickery, Ron; I can see an error in the way you installed these mirrors." "This butterfly can only be seen in mirrors, not in the actual world," the scarlet butterfly strolled in the backdrop. But, in any rare instance, I enjoy the colour." Mrtyu touched the butterfly on the mirror with her index finger, and the butterfly rested on her forefinger in the mirror reflection; she was as pleased as the butterfly was. She attempted to grab the b

His eyes flick to hers, confusion laced in his features as she rises to face him, her chest heaving, her fists trembling at her sides. "This… this is what I hate about you, Zander. You do whatever the hell you want." "You fuck me when you want to, and you don’t when you don’t." Her voice cracks, raw with frustration, with something dangerously close to heartbreak. "I have emotions. I have feelings, dammit! You can’t play with them every time." His eyes soften, regret shadowing his expression. "It’s not like that, Butterfly. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I’m sor—"

I whispered against her ear, “Then let go. I’ve got you.” She cried out, her body tightening as she shattered beneath me, and I followed, groaning her name like a prayer, like a promise. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just the sound of our breathing, tangled limbs, hearts beating in sync. I held her close, pressing kisses to the back of her neck, her shoulders, her spine. “I love you, butterfly,” I murmured, voice still rough with emotion. “You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

she added to the butterfly, which moved its wings as if it understood the deity's comment. "This is what I despise about my job! I am the one who is stressed out by other people's problems!" she sneers at the vulnerable insect. After a few minutes, she noticed how intimate the princess and the mortal were and couldn't help but stand straight. As a result, the lovely purple butterfly flies away. "I guess this is the appropriate time," she said, her eyes turning a deep purple. The ground shook as a result of her deeds. The princess and the mortal parted and attempted to stand still. The ground split in two at her gesture.

She didn't want to talk to him for fear of what her heart might do. Ian was the only boy in the whole school that Amanda seemed to have the slightest affection for and that was before Parker came along but not anymore because he had bullied her to no end. He was funny, down to eart but was as spoilt as anything. Even though their school could only be attended by the rich, Ian seemed to have this proudness within him that she hadn't seen in no one else.

"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.

He touches his sides and says boo making Felix jump. We all laugh at their silliness. After a few minutes of watching the video Walker just stops and starts off in space. His eyes slowly start to shine and turn yellow indicating he is having a vision or whatever it is he is having. When he speaks you can hear his wolf in his voice. “The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove. The butterflies sacrifice will bring down the bull.”

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

* 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.

he asked me, going towards the lilies in the vase. I shook my head, feeling too guilty to reply. “Because butterflies always run to vibrant colors of flowers.” He arranged the lilies properly. “To me you're a beautiful butterfly, one that strives to be free and to shine. I want to be the one that gives you that wing to fly, to be forever free from all your problems.” “Sav–”