Jolyne Butterfly Novels & Stories

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

This time as she shimmied side to side, the top of the robe slid down, exposing her shoulders and upper back. Josie pulled it up, then lifted the back of it, giving him a quick playful flash of her blue thong. Kenny's breath caught when he saw it was little more than string between her cheeks, and he'd just gotten a quick glimpse of her entire ass. She went back to the top, lowering the robe, but this time let it slide all the way down her back. "What the fuck is that?" Kenny rose from behind the camera. On Josie's back, between her shoulder blades was a colorful butterfly tattoo. It was damn big, taking up the entire middle of her back. Above it, in a flowing cursive font was the word 'Beli

Miren turned her gaze to the drape that was being pushed and pulled by the wind; Because the air from the outside was considerably chillier than she had anticipated, Miren made the decision to get up and go to the window to shut it. Then all of a sudden, out in the yard, a very peculiar silver butterfly appeared. The entire body of this butterfly is covered in a very beautiful natural silver color, giving it the appearance that it was conjured up through some sort of magic. The wings are flexible, making it easy and pleasant for the butterfly to fly through the air. Miren was instantly drawn in by the soft light emanating from it, and she let the butterfly fly into the room without even real

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.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I had to look closer because I couldn't believe that I was actually looking at Butterfly. She wasn't in her usual rainbow gear. Instead of the rainbow tresses she always sported the long hair flowing around her was a dark brown color that looked more natural to her and curled around her delicate face. Rather than one of her bright outfits, Butterfly was clothed in only a pair of matching white sweatshirt and joggers that had a simple rainbow on the chest and on one leg of the pants respectively. In fact the only other thing that I recognized other than the heels was the black mask surrounding her eyes.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

I felt cloud nine and free. Nelly enjoys her run giggling and playing with the little animals in the woods. When a clang caught our attention, "Can you hear that?" she asked as her wolf ears perked up, picking up the sounds of wings flapping. She headed toward the sound. We were both curious about where the sound was coming from. As she ran, she spotted a butterfly. No, not just any butterfly. The blue butterfly was glowing and shining so brightly. A mystical butterfly !! I knitted my brows at the sight of it. There are no butterflies on this side of the country or in this forest. How much more a supernatural one?

He tapped his head with his finger, like he was a professor trying to solve a mechanical problem that was one hundred percent impossible. Josh couldn't care less about looking into Tristan’s eyes. But beneath them, it was dark. It was like the moon vibrating to cover the light the sun had brought from its body. “Okay,” Josh muttered all of a sudden. His head felt starstruck. A star flying above Tristan’s head was agonizing to look at with both eyes that could capture that predator. It was actually a pink butterfly. Its wings were large, and its body was precise and mesmerizing. “There’s a butterfly flying right on top of your hair,” Josh said, glancing hard at the insect.

Then, she saw Lambert open the net he used earlier, and countless colorful butterflies flew out, dancing before her eyes, breathtakingly beautiful! Lydia almost didn't dare to blink. She reached out, and a white butterfly landed on her fingertip, unwilling to leave for a long time. In that moment, it was truly mesmerizing. As the white butterflies fluttered, Lambert's eyes were fixed on Lydia. In the next moment, Lambert took a step forward, squatting down and offering his back. Lydia's face blushed as she looked at Lambert's broad back, her eyes turning red. "Lambert..." Without giving her much time to think, Lambert lifted her onto his back and headed towards where Wythe was playing.