Female Happy Birthday Butterfly Novels & Stories

“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?” She looked at me and then at the butterfly in her hand. Tears sprang to her eyes as she answered. “I don’t want her to be sad. I want her to be happy, like me.” I smiled at her while running my finger down her cheek. “Then you have to set it free. Play with it outside, chase it, but don’t catch it. You also don’t want to hurt its wings, do you? Look at how weak they are.” “I don’t want to hurt her wings.” Her tears are long gone as what I said finally sinks in. “I’ll let it go now.”

Faye grinned, pushing a bouquet of flowers into my hands with two notes stuck in them. I stared at them speechless, it was truly my birthday but I got so cut up in my thoughts and urge for revenge that I forgot it was my birthday but somehow they knew and remembered. "Guys," I muttered, my eyes glistening with tears as I gaped at them, my heart fluttering with butterflies. Even my babies were grinning and talking gibberish. They were probably wishing me a happy birthday in their own little way.

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

Zac raises his eyebrows as I say. "The butterfly trust." He smiles at me, his face filled with affection as he no doubt remembers that day, the day my life began to change for the better. I turn to Audrey as I say. "The butterfly trust will also be sponsoring Linzi's heart in honour of your beautiful daughter." Audrey's eyes light up as she says "It's perfect. Thank you, Ellie."

" The most exciting part for me is the food table. There are cupcakes with pink and purple butterflies on them and popcorn in bags tied with pink ribbons. There is an inscription that reads "ready to pop', and a very big pink and purple cake surrounded by pink and purple butterflies. There are other types of food on the table, and the dining area is also decorated with pink and purple. Brittney loves the colours pink and purple and loves butterflies, hence the colour combinations. I can’t wait to see her face when she sees it.

“This is not just a welcome back home from the hospital, this is a birthday too, happy birthday Sandra, happy seventeenth birthday,’’ she shouted as the rest of the crowd joined and a few party materials that I didn’t know flew up in the air. “Happy birthday Sandra, I whispered too, I didn’t want to say it loud. A cake was brought forward with the words happy birthday Sandra written. A statue of a Barbie girl was decorated on its edge, with the numeral figures seventeen standing in the middle. It was a big rectangular cake, adorned with pink and white, with a few strands of brown. Beautiful was an understatement, it was magic. I stood behind in the shadows, happy for her, happy that she was

"And do you know what the most special thing about this garden was?" She shook her head, even though she had heard this story dozens of times. "The butterflies only showed themselves to people who had pure hearts and gentle souls. They could sense when someone was kind and loving, and they would dance just for them." Aida's eyes grew wide with wonder. "Do you think I have a pure heart, Mummy?" "I know you do, sweetheart," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "You have the purest heart I've ever known." It was three days before my eighteenth birthday when we decided to venture deeper into the woods than usual.

Suddenly, the petals unfolded gracefully, releasing a cloud of colorful butterflies that danced around them in soft waves of blue, yellow, orange, and pink. Amaya laughed happily, spinning once with her arms open. The butterflies swirled around her like living sparkles. Greg watched in complete amazement, a big, genuine smile spreading across his face as one butterfly landed gently on his shoulder. Amaya stepped closer, giggling as she carefully brushed it away with her finger. They played together for a long time, waving their hands softly to make the butterflies swirl between them in beautiful patterns. Her laughter rang out clear and joyful in the night air. Greg laughed too, louder than

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Amanda, happy birthday!" Ethan walked over carrying a cake and singing. I couldn't help but smile. Happy birthday, Amanda Hartley. You would have a new and wonderful life ahead of you.

Just muttered, "I like it." He didn't notice. Or maybe he was just too wiped from playing house with Sabrina. "You like it, that's all that matters. I'm gonna shower," he said. He disappeared into the bathroom. By the time he came out, I was already in bed, facing the wall. Silent. He wrapped his arms around me. Same bed, totally different worlds. *** Then came my birthday. Derrick threw his usual party—surprises, cake, the works. Picture-perfect.