Diya Butterfly Soup Novels & Stories

As he said these words some of his friends chuckled. "Hmm, cold chicken soup?" Drake asked his friends, pulling the can from the back of the cupboard. "It only expired a few months ago. Should be fine." He pulled the ring-pull and plopped the soup into a bowl as a gelatinous blob. It didn't smell off, but still, it wasn't exactly appetising. "Eat up," he said, dropping a spoon into the bowl. Dailey picked up the spoon, flaring her nostrils and she raised the cold soup to her lips. She told herself just to do it. To react as little as possible. it wouldn't be fun for them if she made little fuss.

Jacques looked through the window to see it was already dark. He should have left by now, right? Did he go to honeymoon with her? Her eyes watered and she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She decided not to cry anymore. "Thank you," Jacques smiled as Daisy placed the bowl of soup in front of Jacques on the bed table. The flavourful aroma of the yummy looking chicken soup made her mouth water. It had it all – fresh vegetables, juicy chicken, turmeric and other spices. It suited her taste and for the first time since summer, she ate her fill forgetting everything else for a brief moment.

Give me a good mark, OK? She put back the letter on the table and get the porcelain bowl. Zitrey starts to scoop the Crying of the Graveyard, as soon as she scooped it, the said food gives off a 'gurgle sound' and purple bubbles show up. Whatever ingredients on it look like horrified and screaming; indeed the said name 'The Crying of the Graveyard' stands for this dish. Nevertheless, Zitrey still transfers what she scooped on her own bowl and gulp the whole bowl of soup. She even finished the remaining soup in the pot. As soon as she finished, she went to their refrigerator. When she opened it, there's nothing, seems the things inside fell into the abyss. Zitrey did a deep sigh. Every time K

I still had second thoughts about letting someone else do my work, but I didn’t want her to suffer because of my stubbornness. I sighed and nodded. “I don’t want you to get punished, so I’ll let you handle our breakfast. Anything will do.” “Thank you, Miss Elaine.” Daria beamed with excitement and quickly went to prepare the meal. After a few minutes, she returned with a tray of warm food. “Please enjoy the meal.” She presented it proudly. “This mushroom soup will give you plenty of energy. I would be a perfect way to start the day.” Daria explained that it was their usual breakfast, especially for those who went hunting. The mushrooms, found deep in the woods, were known to have medicinal b

She yells making me cower away from her but she holds my hand tightly digging her long nails in my flesh. "Ch-i-cke-n s-ou-p." I stutter out. "Can't you speak clearly?" Abigail spats making me whimper. "There is no flavor of chicken in it and you are calling it a chicken soup? You must be out of your mind to think that we can eat this disgusting thing." I lower my head in shame hearing the hateful words of the former Luna Queen. "Erica go and make another pot of Chicken soup for us." Damian orders and without wasting more time I hurry inside the kitchen with the pot of soup.

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

But unlike Diana, Bianca wasn't a blabbermouth. "Don't worry about that, I'll tell you what you need to do," I assured her and assembled the remaining ingredients on that counter. "I have already put some vegetables, I mean, the chopped celery, mushrooms and carrots into the pot of boiling water. All you need to do now is chop these onions, the cabbage, the beef and add the seasonings. Oh yeah, can we get meat bones?" Diana let out a humph and said bitterly, "If you know so much about hangover soups, why don't you just make this one yourself, Liam?

The breeze drifting in from outside carried warmth and the distant scent of saltwater while soft music played quietly somewhere in the background. Emily inhaled deeply again. “That smells amazing,” she admitted. Damien picked up the ladle from the pot before scooping up some of the soup carefully. “Taste it for me,” he said. Emily stepped closer obediently. Damien blew lightly against the spoon first before holding it toward her lips. The soup was rich and warm with soft herbs, garlic, coconut milk, and perfectly cooked fish that practically melted in her mouth. Emily’s eyes widened immediately. “Oh my God.”

If she weren't trying to look nice in front of Timothy, she would've asked her brother to teach Mia a lesson. Mia glanced over at the thermal flask, smelling something from it. "Chicken soup?" Looking proud, Maya immediately boasted, "This is the ultimate chicken soup with lots of splendid herbs. It's one of the recipes from my brother's hospital. This is the real deal, compared to someone who only knows how to make rib stew." With a faint smile, Mia retorted, "It's such a pity Timothy doesn't like this. I think he prefers my rib stew instead. Don't you think he's just a masochist?"

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.