Butterfly Picture Book Novels & Stories

She smiles as she climbs into bed. Kim smile as she moves over next to Brianna. I walk over taking a seat at the end of the bed as Kim open the book. "The very hungry caterpillar." She read the title to Brianna before opening the book. "In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf. One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and pop out the egg came a very tiny and a very hungry caterpillar." Kim looks over at me sitting on the end of the bed and smile as she turns the page and continues to read the book.

He slowly opened his hands to free the butterfly, feeling a bit sad as he could not show the beautiful butterfly to his mumma. The kid opened his palm but the second he did it, he realised the butterfly in his palm was not moving at all. He gently touched the butterfly's wing but it had stopped making any movements, which filled tears in the kid's eyes. He tried to place the butterfly on a flower but the butterfly fell on the ground. A tear fell from the kid's eyes. What happened to the beautiful butterfly? Did he hurt the beautiful butterfly fly too? He was bad….he was a monster. He always hurt everyone. Those thoughts started appearing in his mind as his watery eyes stared down at that dea

CHAPTER 61 The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the park. Samantha’s laughter rang out, pure and carefree, as she ran after a bright orange butterfly. Her little feet pattered over the soft grass, the pink fabric of her dress fluttering behind her like wings. Her curls bounced with each step, and her wide grey eyes sparkled with delight.

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.

If sex was his weapon, I had to find a way to make it mine. "Mommy! Help!" Leo ran back, pointing a small finger at a vibrant creature with sapphire-blue stripes on its wings. "Catch it for me?" I stood up, shaking off the gloom. We began to weave through the flowerbeds, our voices rising in a rhythmic tune we’d watched in one of his cartoons. “Fly, fly, fly the butterfly, In the meadow it’s flying high, In the garden it’s flying low, Fly, fly, fly the butterfly!”

he said, loading another paintball into the toy gun that he had gotten. Ruby, Margaret, and Mama were helping Mabel color into a large butterfly. She was painting it orange and black: a monarch. She had seen one in the park with Margaret earlier today. “Mommy!” she had exclaimed when she got back from her stroll, “I saw a big big butterfly and Grandma said that it was a queen.” My heart had warmed up at seeing her joy. “My little girl’s a queen,” I had said, scooping her up in my arms and nuzzling my nose against her.

Now the two of them were seen holding something with Debby giggling and Lilly looking panicked. Debby seemed to be holding something and Lilly was trying to reach it. “Don't grab it too hard! You're going to hurt him!” Lilly scolded. "Fine! Calm down. Wow, this dragonfly is so beautiful. I've never seen a dragonfly with rainbow colors." Debby said while looking at the dragonfly wings in her hand. “Debby….” Lilly looked very disturbed. “You spread his wings too tight, it could hurt him.” Lilly patted Debby's hand to let the creature go and Debby finally relented.

I excitedly exclaimed. "No. Play here instead." He stood up leaving me almost throwing my tantrums. "But Daddy I want little buffies—" My eyes widened when a light suddenly came out from his palm and many colorful butterflies flew all around. I hop out on the sofa and run my way to the flying beautiful creatures. My teary eyes are almost sparkling at the most wonderful sight! This moment is just so picture perfect! I can't close my mouth! I laughed and run all around the library trying to keep up with the flying butterflies. Their beauty can't even compare to those butterflies on the garden. The butterflies here are just so pretty rare!

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya’s arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby’s face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.