Butterfly Affection Novels & Stories

Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It landed on a flower with translucent whitish blue petals. Pressing my palm and nose against the cold glass, my eyes followed the butterfly. “It has always fascinated me how petty things hold the power to bring something as mysterious as a smile onto someone’s face in mere seconds. A butterfly, for instance…”

Felicia said with a smile on her face Elena nods, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes, she was already feeling that forgiveness and growth are possible, even in the most unexpected circumstances. They both walk away, --- two friends were walking down the school halls, Lila and Sarah, as they discuss the recent developments regarding Felicia, the self-proclaimed Queen Bee of their group. The girls exchange curious glances, eager to unravel the truth behind Felicia's sudden change of heart, as they news of Felicia letting bygones be bygones with Elena has spread

he said, and my mind spun. “What?” “I'm childish, and that is the truest me,” he added, and the pure light is intensified in his eyes. He shyly look away, and sigh the deepest. “I see you've been swayed by the resurfacers and your heart may set in me. But that's their scheme to revise your mind and take you away from your dangerous affection that you subconsciously take, my princess!” I almost burst out to laugh, but I restraint myself. Did I hear him right? What's with the dangerous affetion anyway?

“Do you have sex with the women?” “No, definitely not. With all the diseases people are carrying these days. I don’t play with these women,” “What about the women on your lap” “Those women are for show. They get nothing from me. Don’t worry, beautiful.” “I’m not worrying about anything.” “Then why are you asking so many questions?” “I’m just curious.” “Mhmm, well, curiosity killed the cat.” “And satisfaction brought it back.” “Aaah, quick response, I see.”

The butterflies were me, and I was them, glowing softly against his body. Shade stilled, staring at the butterflies with awe. His wolf didn’t growl, didn’t snap. He only lowered his head, letting the blue-silvery butterflies sit on him, fluttering their wings. A deep purr rumbled from his chest. The blue butterflies lifted from him, spun together again, and converged into something I never thought would happen.

"Yeah. That’s what it is. Pity." And now, my hatred for Mr. Grande is stretching new roots, because he's now a cheat, a liar, and arrogant ass. I exhale slowly, trying to shove the thoughts out, and then my eyes catch movement—a butterfly, pale yellow, flitting lazily near the far wall of the garden. I set my cup on the swing beside me and wander toward it, letting the soft flutter distract me. It lands on a patch of wildflowers, wings opening and closing like it’s breathing, and for a second, I feel very calm.

I froze, breath caught. The butterfly stayed. I stared at it as tears streaming freely now. “Mom?” I whispered. The wings fluttered once, twice. I laughed through the crying, shaky, disbelieving. “I love you,” I said to the butterfly. “I love you so much.” It lifted off again, circled my head once, then flew upward, disappearing into the willow leaves. I sat there a long time, crying quietly, smiling at the same time. Small feet pounded across the grass.

Sam moved towards Sathya and caressed her hair , softly, " Today's incident made me reveal one-thing . You're an innocent, Sathya .Even , you're an victim .I am the one who spoiled your life by marrying you .But , don't worry Sathya .I won't harm you Hereafter .I won't pull you away . Instead , I will preserve you like my butterfly .No one can harm you , Sathya .I will protect you from everyone "

"Here." A pink and white butterfly clip. "Butterflies have always meant transformation. Change. Hope. And I look at you, and I know you've come a long way from the boy I met in the past. So I want you to have them, for you to keep being proud of yourself and what you've become." It was the least expensive thing she had ever gotten him, and yet —. "And oh, please date me." He looked at her in shock now as she continued, "I know that I'm not the best at emotionally expressing myself but I do care about you, a lot. And— And this is crappy, I've never been put in a position like this..."

He has a lot of competitions. "You have to realize that there are many kinds of love. And you will see the difference between romantic and affectionate love. Romantic love is returned equally, even in different ways. It's a two-way path. While affectionate love is mostly gratitude, respect, it may also include emotional expressions but it's natural. There is no magical touch in it, unlike romantic love. Every little affection you give and receive makes your heart flutter joyfully. Have you seen anyone she is romantic to among the men that surround her?"