Butterfly Estate Novels & Stories

To Miss Elunara Stone, You are the sole beneficiary of a private estate located in Hucow Hollow. This inheritance includes the deed to four hundred acres of land, a farmhouse, and all holdings within. Details, including property keys and documentation, are enclosed. You are advised to take possession of the estate within 30 days. With respect, Mr. Silas Everdane, Esquire Executor of Estate, Hucow Hollow I narrow my eyes at my name. No one calls me that. I go by Elle, and I have no idea who this is.

“Of course! We are humans, aren’t we? We can’t just keep walking. Let’s have a water break.” Brents smiles, takes off his backpack, opens it, and takes out a bottle of water. “I also have two oranges,” says Brent, “You want one?” “Sure.” As they are eating, a butterfly flutters into their midst. “Oh look, it is so beautiful,” sighs Esther. Brent watches her as she stretches her hand in front of her, opening her palm wide trying to make the butterfly sit on it which it eventually does. They admire it for a few seconds and Brent notices that it is precisely the color of Esther’s eyes: a sort of electric blue.

Alexandra walked over and crouched beside it, squinting at the label. “‘Property of Benjamin Miller Estate and Auction House,’” he read aloud. “An auction house?” I echoed. “Sometimes when wealthy folks pass, an estate service handles all their belongings—sells everything off, sometimes donates the profits.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s one way to make peace with living in the Top One Percent.” He rolled his eyes, pulling out his EMF reader. I flicked mine on too and started sweeping the walls, letting the antenna glide over surfaces.

"I’ll go now, Alana. Send a kiss to our son, Aksa." But before he could turn to leave, he was suddenly surprised by the arrival of a blue butterfly fluttering low toward him. He stood still, especially when the butterfly with blue wings perched on the white headstone, slowly flapping its wings, then flew again and landed on his shoulder. Alana loved butterflies. She even created a vast garden filled with butterflies of all colors for his wife. But after Alana and Aksa, their son, who was still in Alana's womb, died instantly in an accident, it wasn’t long before their luxurious mansion was sold.

Reese asks. “Do you really not know what Butterfly is?” Luca asks. “No sir, I am sorry to say, but I do not,” Reese responds. “I hope you are open-minded. I would hate for you to quit on the first day,” he says. “I am sure I can handle it. Unless you murder people or deal drugs,” she said with a laugh. “No we do not do that, but Buttery is a very successful company. We deal with a few things. My family has several offices that are separate from my business,” he says.

It turned out he had no heirs, so the firm handling his estate is dismantling it and distributing the money to various charities. “Poor man. That’s a pity. I guess he built this place with the idea that he’d find someone and start a family.” Ivy eagerly absorbed her surroundings as they moved from one room to the next. Dismantling the estate could explain why the home appeared so empty. The executors probably sold the furniture and artwork first. The estate manager informed me. Now, here’s a private elevator. It’ll take us to the basement, second story, or the attic. He incorporated every luxury he could find or have custom-made. Price wasn’t a problem for him.”

My own breathing, louder than it should be, rattling through a throat that felt lined with sandpaper. Then a voice. “…showed his drawings of the monarch butterfly life cycle. Lucas’s drawings of the chrysalis stages were so detailed and his classmates were all so excited. They kept asking him questions that Lucas answered…” The voice hitched. A small catch, barely audible, a swallowed sound that interrupted the sentence before it could finish. Estelle. She was reading something, but it wasn’t the Catherine the Great biography my mother had been reciting. This was different. This was about butterflies.

My house is the fourth one and it's the biggest one in the estate. New Haven properties is a subsidiary of Emerson Cruz Group and while Aurora and GianCarlo are the ones learning the ropes of the business since Gabi and I are already both occupied with Cruz Tech and Emerson Cruz Group, I decided it would also be wise to invest in real estate as well and I can admit that it's good business. The automatic gate opens when I get home and I drive into the compound, pull up in front of the house and turn off the car engine then I turn to look at Lucille who is already staring at me.

We need to be there; With her friend. Her alter agreed almost immediately, too distraught to chime in with much else. “I...I’m on my way. I’ll be there.” Blythe reassured Erin, swallowing hard to keep from crying. At least until she ended the call absentmindedly. Then she wrapped both arms around herself, and watched a plane depart through blurry tears. “Good afternoon passengers! This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 13C to Brooklyn, New York. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance—”