Jinx Butterfly Novels & Stories

_______ Arc History: Nyahoo~ So, I just want to share where do I get these stories from every arc, or where do I get the inspiration. The arcs in the Butterfly Effect are divided into 5 groups. Dream Arcs, Mama Arcs, WhatHow Arcs, The Legend Arcs, and Fairytale Arcs.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.

Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.

And her wrist. The butterfly bracelet. On her wrist. My butterfly on her wrist. I am not a man who loses his composure. I was trained out of it at great cost over many years. I have sat across tables from men who wanted me dead and shown them nothing. I have conducted negotiations with a bullet wound in my side and not flinched once. Sofia Romano descends a staircase in a green dress and I am completely, humiliatingly undone. She reaches the bottom step and I still haven't spoken.

As she put ingredients that were on the table into a bowl in the center. "But I will help you find her anyways, from what I can see celene as bitten off more she can chew" she add then walked towards me and my brother. "How do you know? Has she contacted you?" I asked looking at the witch curiously "I have the gift of sight" said jinx. I was about to comment but she held up her hand telling us to be be quiet. She gestured for me to give her my hand I do so curiously. With no warning she cut my hand making me jump then skillfully catch my blood in a bowl I didn't notice she had. She repeated the process with Zane which resulted in him swearing and yelling at the small witch.

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.

"I liked the music in the old lobby. This feels like a funeral." Jinx sat opposite him. Her playful neon accents were gone. She was now a void of light-bending "Vantablack" fabric, a stealth suit that seemed to absorb the room around her. Her face was concealed by a mask that showed no emotion, just a flat, reflective glass surface. "Welcome to the big leagues," Jinx said, her voice filtered to sound like a whisper in a dark room. "Tier 2. No more tutorials. No more hand-holding."

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.

“Get this one bathed and dressed. “The man said. Chino took her out of the room. It was just the man and me now. “Who are you?” I asked. “Have I not introduced myself? I am your father’s brother Javier Rodriguez.” He circled me like an animal ready to pounce. “So, what are you hiding in there?” “Nothing,” I responded. Unlike Teresa, my clothes were baggy and hid my hourglass figure. My body was more mature than Teresa’s. I was wearing an extra-large sweatshirt that zips in the front and loose pair of sweatpants.