Novel & Cerita Cute Star Butterfly

"But don't worry, since your life is presently in my hands, we aren't lost yet." Arian scoffed and jumped over too and they continued walking. "O.M.G!" Natalia suddenly squeaked. "It's a white butterfly!" She excitedly moved over to where it was feeding on a flower. "Yay." The hot French muttered dryly. Arian didn't know, but in Astheria white butterflies were the rarest and most significant butterflies in the Empire. "Take a picture of us!" She ordered and tossed him her digital camera. He reluctantly took a photo and returned it after much fussing.

Chapter 12 AVALINE I followed her gaze, curious to see it and my eyes widened when I came across it. It was truly a beautiful creature with wings that seemed to shine under the sunlight and it had all the color of the rainbow. It was unlike any butterfly I had ever seen that had one color. "It's beautiful," I breathed, also enchanted at the sight just as she was. But before I could stop her, Aida had run away from my side and was running after the butterfly, her small legs carrying her deeper into the forest, with no fear of what lies ahead.

Princess Nathania pointed to two butterflies with similar wing colors, flying around them. Prince Nathan looked at the butterflies that were flying, perching from flower to flower. She smiled gently, thinking about how the beautiful butterfly flew with such beautiful wings. "Thania wants to have wings like that butterfly, did Nathan want to have wings like that too?" asked the princess. "Nathan, don't want to have wings like butterflies!" "Why?" "The butterfly's wings are very fragile. It is very dangerous if exposed to strong winds, the butterfly can't fly high," "Why can't?"

* According to the Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary, butterflies are defined as a nectar-feeding insect with two pairs of large, typically brightly coloured wings that are covered with microscopic scales. The definition was standard across most modern day dictionaries. For Afrah however, butterflies could be defined as the ghostly entities which fluttered within the confines of her stomach whenever she looked up to find Adnan staring at her. During such an occurrence, she would clamp down on her spoon and refuse to stare at him.

I once or only twice has seen a butterfly that be only from a window. I always found them so pretty. It was yellow in colour with black dots on it. I didn't know what kind of mistake I was doing in order to follow that pretty creature. I didn't notice that I got out of the grass. The butterfly stopped on a wall flapping its wings furiously. But before I could even stare at it from close it abruptly fled away. I was in the commotion that why it flee away so early but suddenly gasped out finding myself in the air. My stomach got pressed against a hard shoulder. Then I realised.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

Nathan raved. "I have something for you too," Nola announced. She reached inside the backpack and took out a beautiful butterfly painting she made. “This is a painting for you," she began. "It's two of my favourites, the Ulysses butterfly and the Blue Morpho," she stated. “Even though these are not common in our state, I really, really love them, and they are your favourite colour, blue," Nola finished with a smile. "They are beautiful," Katherine commended.

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

Her voice was small and barely a whisper – the temptation to close her eyes and start her slumber was like a siren’s call for her. Upon her command, a flock of black butterflies immerged from the darkness of her room. They heed their master’s command and from the accumulated shadow within the flock, a floating egg was seen. It was placed under their master’s arms as if she was curling around it – protecting it. With the command being delivered, the flock of Slaughter butterflies entered Cent’s shadow, waiting to be called again – the taste of angel flesh still lingering their predatory instincts.