Fluttering Butterfly Skirt Novels & Stories

Sometimes when she moves a certain way, it looked like the wings move. Then there is Mina, she was smaller than us, but she was also shorter. She had a stomach as well but was smaller everywhere else. She wore a royal blue, long sleeve dress, that drape down the front, that exposed her nice boobs, yet hid her stomach just right. The dress was backless, which showed off her spine tattoo, of a flying dragon. The Dragon looked like it was flying up her spine; all and all, we looked damn good. The best part was the dresses doubled as our dance outfits. The bottom had secret Velcro that allowed us to remove the bottom of the dresses to expose a flowy skirt, which moved in tune with our bodies. W

I realised I was holding my breath (not literally) until I got home. There’s something so odd about him. I threw my backpack into the couch and lied down, staring at the wall. The paper butterflies I have put up the wall have started to fade. … A long time ago. "The butterflies in your wall is so pretty", Arish said 'but why is there so many?” "Every time I want to die, I make a butterfly and put it up on the wall" I replied. "You are unbelievable, Lisa" he stopped and continued. "But why butterflies? They are so pretty and happy" he asked.

“Wow, Jo, that’s beautiful, I heard Lily’s comment. The Butterfly brooch, I admired the other day was nicely displayed in front of me. I looked again inside the box for a note, a card, but there wasn’t one. I took the brooch out of the box and looked closely. The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me”.

That was very dangerous. And when she returned to the living room, I thought I was going to collapse. She was wearing a red skirt with small white flowers printed on it and a white blouse that left a strip of her belly exposed and highlighted the top of her breasts. The skirt was longer and loose, but it had a slit on the left leg that went almost to the top of her thigh, which appeared shapely between the ruffles that outlined the slit. She was like the vision of a spring rose, the most beautiful and rarest flower in the world.

I preened in front of the mirror, my eyes critically examining the elegant dress that clung to my figure. The fit-and-flare skater dress featured long sleeves and a round neckline, creating a classic, feminine silhouette. The bold color scheme of black and white provided a striking visual contrast, drawing the eye inward.

Intricate golden thread embroidery danced across the fabric, weaving tales of myth and majesty reminiscent of tapestries from the era. The sleeves, a masterpiece of their own, billowed in sheer silk, starting from a tightly fitted upper arm before erupting into an extravagant display of volume and elegance, ending in delicate cuffs that mirrored the intricate patterns of the bodice. The skirt was a spectacle, layers of the same sapphire silk cascading in a waterfall of fabric, each tier edged with golden lace, catching the light with every movement, creating a mesmerizing effect that seemed to blend past and present.

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.

She smiles shyly and comes back into the dressing room. Her second pick was a light pink, halter-neck gown with a flowing skirt and a low-cut back. The skirt has layers of tulle that swirled around her legs, making her a fairy-tale princess. But this is not a sexy dress. “Come on! Don’t back down from sexy to sweet. Go Bolder!” Obviously, she also thought this was too sweet for the occasion, so she rolled her eyes up and went back inside to change into another gown.

He tapped her hand lightly and then held it gently. “Look.” He pointed to the end of the runway. “That is your work. This is your story.” When the final dress appeared, the audience fell silent. It was a pure white wedding gown. Countless butterflies were embroidered on the skirt. At the hem, the butterflies became more complete. At the chest, a golden butterfly spread its wings, ready to fly. “That’s…” Jett’s hand froze. “Cocoon,” Yvette said softly. “Pauline found me. She told me about the idea you mentioned. I added it to my collection. I think it’s the finishing touch.”

I feel like I’m floating in it, even when my heels are pressed hard against the marble floor. I reach up to adjust the sheer sleeves. They’re light as air, puffing out around my shoulders like tiny clouds. The off-the-shoulder cut is daring, exposing my neck and shoulders. Every time I move, the layers of the skirt swirl around my legs. There’s so much fabric, tiers of ruffles that cascade down to the floor and trail behind me in a train. It’s beautiful, heavy… but it’s a beautiful weight. I look at the girl in the reflection and barely recognize her. I have on the most makeup I’ve ever had on in my life, not that I’m complaining. My hair is up in a bun, with a slight leave out on the right