Butterfly Affection Novels & Stories

My Butterfly can make me do anything. She is doing some kind of magic on me! And that magic is love, I know. She spanked me again, laughing. "It's so much fun to play with your butts." Now she squeezed them. She is doing nothing except arousing me. I want her right now, but I can't even stop her, or else she will punish me more. Dude! Are you even listening to yourself, you're getting afraid of her punishment. Dam! she is learning from me everything so fast.

It was nothing like the first time, which had been immediate and loaded with six years of everything else, this was slower and more deliberate, his hands in my jacket and mine at his jaw and the room was quiet and the city was quiet and there was nothing competing with it. He moved back onto the table and I moved with him and his jacket came off and mine did and the controlled surface he maintained for every person in every room was completely gone and what was under it was something I was not prepared for. And not even the fact of it but the specificity, the way he looked at me, the way his hands moved like he had made a decision and was done being careful about it. "Lucian," he said, low,

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us." Whether it was the distant way I addressed him or my admission that I didn't love him anymore and had fallen for someone else, it was all a heavy blow to Cole. He staggered away, looking like his soul had been sucked out of him. I gave Timothy an awkward smile. After some hesitation, I explained, "Cole is… a bit hard to shake off. I only said all that to make him give up. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Greer." He waved it off as if it were nothing, his eyes full of amusement. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends."

I hold my breath and listen to his velvety voice, mesmerized by the way he talks about me. “ But they forced you into a dark place and then…Ethan took you and hid you from the rest of the world. You were never allowed to break free. But I wished, even when I didn’t know you, that you would realize. You are not a scary insect, Grace. You are a Butterfly. You deserve to be admired and loved, and to fly as long as you want. ” He whispers, his voice softening just like his eyes. The lights fall on his face, highlighting the small curve of his lips, making him appear Ethereal, almost untouchable.

“You can run, but you cannot hide Butterfly.” Butterfly. She used to love that name, but no. She is not and would never be a butterfly—a weak, spineless creature that can so easily be hurt, one that he could catch in a net or a fancy glass, showing her the world outside but not letting her reach it. She would never be his butterfly because that way she would always be reminded how easily crushable she is, how easily she could be blown away as dust.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

His mouth tightened. "He knows we're friends and he'll understand. I met you first before her so she has no right to get angry." Luke said while staring at her intently. Athalia met his gaze. That's what hurts, that they're just friends. He wants to tell her. But nothing will happen either, because Athalia certainly feels nothing toward him. Luke smiled bitterly at the thought. Maybe, their fortune is to be friends not to be a lover.