Butterfly Notes Novels & Stories

Together. I should have felt peace. I did. And yet…. **** Later that day, after the kids were dropped off at their music class and Nathan had gone to the restaurant to check on the new renovations – he insisted on helping, even though I told him it was my thing – I found myself standing in the garden, barefoot on the grass, staring at a butterfly that wouldn’t land. It hovered there, just beyond the tip of my finger. Vibrant. Blue. Delicate. Its wings moved in slow, hypnotic pulses.

My breath hitched as I looked up. The first butterfly appeared, its wings painted with blues and golds that shimmered like stained glass. It landed on the rim of my mixing bowl, tasting the air. Then another came. And another. Soon, dozens danced around me, drawn by the Potion’s call. The crowd gasped, their fear forgotten for a moment, replaced by wonder.

If anything, he presses deeper, adding a third finger, stretching me in that delicious way that makes my breath hitch. “Ahh–fuck Dante, it’s so f-full” “Easy, butterfly,” he murmurs, soothing. “I’ve got you. Just feel. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”

If you take a glance at the piece of artwork hanging in front of me now, you might be thinking that it was just another piece of a plain and dull butterfly by the look of it but if you look closely- it was crafted very beautifully. The butterfly symbols of life, endurance, change, and hope. In many cultures, people associate butterflies with souls- how beautiful. The man beside me lifted his eyebrows as he sees my reaction and I shyly look at him back and forth and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I know you will love it," he said, now hands folded as he stood silently observing the piece with me and I grin at the remark. My eyes catch the name written below the butterfly wings in a sig

With her now exhausted wings, Kent gathered her strength again and flew swiftly towards the other borders, trying to find which part of the hive has been attacked. I have to deal with the termites myself! Christian thought. However, I can't focus well because the butterfly queen might attack me. His thoughts added. The butterfly queen saw how Christian's expression changed. Brows meeting at the center, shaking hands and his eyes garnered enough wetness that will soon turn into water. The butterfly queen sighed, slowly. "Go on. Think." She said, Christian's face soon turned into a completely confused one.

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺ Butterflies fly around the invisible air as their wing flaps in kaleidoscope color. A yellow wing butterfly rests on Prince Alphonso's nose as his body peacefully lays on a short bright green land. His skin perceives a small tickle despite the fact, laying down on a green mattress. "Son, wake up!" His eyes twitch as his ears hear a soft voice calling him endearingly. "Son," A warm hand touches his rest cheeks. His eyes narrow to meet the ray of the sun, which causes him to flinch in sensation. However, someone blocks the light in his face to meet the pair of grey smokey eyes.

The butterfly flapped its wings out of the stamen and, at first as small as a bee, became normal size in the air. "What is this? " Exclaimed Leander. I looked up at the big and small butterflies in the air flying, and could not help but sigh: "So beautiful!" The bunch of flowers turned into butterflies and went away with our loud shouts. Only a blue butterfly flew slowly around me. I reached out my hand tentatively. The blue butterfly landed lightly on my index finger, fluttering its wings as if to say hello to me. Liam looked at it for a long time. He wasn't as surprised as Leander. He just commented, "Boring juggling."

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

His best friend was Sylvie since Sylvie is a fox as well. Luna's Poisonous Venom Butterflies grew bigger and became a lot. Its specialty was changing sizes and colors. The queen of the butterflies became a Devine Rank 2. Because of the advancement of ranks, Luna could hear what the butterflies could hear clearly. Also, the eyesight of the butterflies was better than before. She, Sirene, and Soheila would sometimes use that to gossip around the Inner Realm. They would look for information about what was happening in the Inner Realm. Although sometimes the butterflies will get caught especially when a person with high-rank saw it.