Do Butterflies Bite Novels & Stories

She looked up at me, there was blood on her face like someone had hit her. “Who hit you? Do you remember?” I asked. She nodded. I helped her up, we walked into the room. I reached for a cup, someone slapped my ass, and Teresa’s I grabbed the glass bottle next to it and smashed it and slashed the neck of whoever was behind us it was Mateo. He held his throat as blood spurted out. Someone else grabbed me, and I went to slash them. They caught my wrist. I kicked them in the stomach, I grabbed a knife and stabbed them in the back of the neck. I pulled it out.

Yet, the cave's spaciousness hinted at its potential to harbor hundreds of hidden individuals undetected. "Puh-puh!" A faint noise echoed ahead, indicating a presence. Despite the dim lighting, Alexander remained vigilant, anticipating the unforeseen. As the sound drew nearer, a fragrant aroma permeated the air, followed by the appearance of hand-sized moths. These were Dark Night Devil Butterflies. Alexander was familiar with their deadly capabilities. Its powder could clog the brain and heart blood vessels, causing sudden death. He steeled himself, unleashing his fiery aura to repel the toxic powder they emitted.

She is unpredictable, that must be the reason why he began to like her. He saw the butterflies coming out of their cocoons. In a second, they are surrounded by beautiful butterflies. "Look" he urged her. Something in his voice made her turn and look at what he is pointing out. She gasped when she saw so many butterflies at once. They are all in different shades of blue. She noticed that she liked the aqua blue butterflies the most. Tentatively she extended her palm, and a butterfly came to rest on her finger. "Wow" she murmured with amazement. She still doesn't like insects, but she is in love with their colour.

She rushed into her big brother's arms, saying, "Bug. I’m scared." Spike held his sister's hand and comforted her by patting her back gently. "It's okay, Lemon. Bugs don't bite." He pointed at the caterpillar. "When it grows, it will become a beautiful butterfly." Lemon blinked in confusion, not understanding why a caterpillar would become a butterfly. She pointed at the caterpillar and furrowed her tiny brows. "Why? Butterfly is pretty, but bug is not pretty?"

"Why can't?" "Because, the wind that blows at high places, is getting stronger. It will make the butterfly wings become damaged," "Is it true?" asked Nathania, she couldn't believe what she had just found out about this beautiful creature called "butterfly" "Nathan wants to have wings like an eagle," "Why an eagle?"

I asked him, shaking the box to confirm it had something in it. "Duh." He replied. ^*^*^*^* "Tell me you're lying?" Joshua said with a straight face. "I'm not. I hate them." I confessed further. "Who in this world would hate butterflies, they do nothing wrong." He looked at me in disbelief. "Well I do. Live with it." I replied. "Why?" "I was like seven, I was chasing after one and out of no where, it entered my mouth and I choked on a butterfly." I explained to him. He kept quiet for a moment and I watched the look on his face transform into an amused one, till he burst into laughter.

“You love being outside, right?” I began and waited for her to nod her head. When she does, I continue. “How would you feel if I locked you inside the house and refused to let you out?” She thought about it for a second, a cute little frown appearing between her brows. “Very bad.” “Would it make you happy being inside all the time?” “No.” “That’s the same with this pretty butterfly. It loves being outside where it can fly around. If you lock it inside, it will be very, very sad. It won’t even want to eat or play with you. Is that what you want?”

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

"You've got a gentle touch." Saben grinned, his excitement infectious. "Can we take it home?" Sabrina smiled, her head shaking. "Butterflies belong in the wild, Saben. They're happiest when they are free." "Just like Mommy," Benedict muttered beneath his breath, his eyes lingering on Sabrina. She listened to him but didn't pay much heed, focusing on guiding the butterfly Saben was holding to fly free again. "See? It's happy now," she said as the butterfly flew off.

My eyes looked unto it with a desire to appreciate the tiny view, and it made me feel dizzy in the meantime. From my vicinity, the butterfly shrugged its butt. Its wings moved at a slow pace while looking at me. Because I felt so excited about how this butterfly fascinated my eyes, I touched the wings where those tiny glittering white circles floated. Then, these glimmering glitters transferred to my fingertips. I enjoyed what I was doing! My mouth smiled as I stared at my fingertips while the butterfly was still standing on my nose. It was my first time seeing this kind of thing! Omg! It is so amazing! I chuckled in my thoughts.