Butterfly Covers Novels & Stories

I had to look closer because I couldn't believe that I was actually looking at Butterfly. She wasn't in her usual rainbow gear. Instead of the rainbow tresses she always sported the long hair flowing around her was a dark brown color that looked more natural to her and curled around her delicate face. Rather than one of her bright outfits, Butterfly was clothed in only a pair of matching white sweatshirt and joggers that had a simple rainbow on the chest and on one leg of the pants respectively. In fact the only other thing that I recognized other than the heels was the black mask surrounding her eyes.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

“This puta thinks she’s all high and mighty because she's with the boss. Let’s teach her a lesson.” A heavily built man walked in. His muscles shined in the light. He got undressed and walks over to me. I tried to move away, but the woman had a tight grip. I screamed, but my screams were muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue; all it did was make me gag. He climbed on top of the bed. He pushed himself into me. I screamed louder it was still muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I tried to push it out again. It came out.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

She closed he eyes as she breathed in and out slowly. "Hey! I can't believe I forgot to show you this", Anna's loud voice was heard again and Kaylee opened her eyes to look at it. "Wow, it's pretty", Kaylee said when she saw it. It was a pink butterfly with a blue design on it. It was the size of a key holder and it had the circular iron thing stuck to it so Kaylee did not have to guess what it was but she liked it already. No girl can resist that, it was really pretty.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta

As she held the pink wrapping paper and glanced at the two butterflies on it, which were blue and red, she thought that it was similar to the one in her memory. Since the two chose the butterfly as the token of love, every time he gave her flowers, whether it was red roses or blue enchantress, it would always come with wrapping paper, printed with the two butterflies. He would pre-order the wrapping paper every time because there were a lot of wrapping papers with butterfly marks but she had never seen two butterflies in pairs where one was red and the other was blue. It had to have been custom-made.

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.