Lila Rossi Butterfly Miraculous の小説・ストーリー

Invisible sword (drew a sword out of air and slashed an incoming butterfly) ROSE: No, I'm not. LOGAN: (knocked her out) I'm sorry. (To Chris) Should be easy now. (Chris piggybacked Rose) Go, go,go,go ( Logan protected them from the butterflies, slashing the butterflies that come near them till he saw that they were both out of the house) ANYA: (slashed the last butterfly) You know I haven't forgiven you for trying to trap me in my dream LYDIA: It's a pleasure (smirks)

This butterfly kept flying and perched on the hand of a man sleeping there. In his sleep, this man's hands and feet were chained to the bed. He is like a prisoner. His face was pale and he had wounds all over his body. Even so, the butterfly still approached him, because he could smell the lily from his body. This smell is so strong, it makes the butterfly think that it has just landed on a flower. *** “We have to stop this agreement, Christ. Give that man back, I don't want anything to do with Harawaltz, especially with the crazy leader," Bianca explained.

Rolling fields shimmered beneath the emerald sky. The rivers sparkled with threads of silver. Wildflowers bloomed wherever the children ran. After nearly an hour... They reached the crest of a hill. Ama stopped. Below lay a vast meadow. At its center stood a single child. No older than eight. Barefoot. Simple white clothes. Dark hair dancing in the breeze. The child was laughing while chasing glowing butterflies. Each butterfly carried one of the four colors. Silver. Gold. Blue. Green. Yet whenever one landed on the child's hand...

Again he stopped. Lila was crying now — real tears of overwhelming need. Her entire body trembled within the black silk rope. Her pussy was visibly pulsing, clenching around nothing, slick and swollen and dripping onto the polished floor. The Shibari held her perfectly open, perfectly helpless. The cool glass against her nipples made them ache. The warm air kissed her exposed flesh. The scent of her own arousal mixed with Marcus’s expensive cologne and the metallic tang of rain.

It wasn't a perfect day, but I was going to enjoy it the best way I can. As I sat there, lost in thought, i heard rustling in the bushes. I opened her eyes and saw a small rabbit hop out. It was a cute little creature, with soft brown fur and bright eyes. The rabbit hopped towards me, and I held out my hand. The rabbit sniffed my hand, and then hopped up onto my lap. U couldn't hold but smiled and stroked its fur, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I stood up as I continued my view round the garden until I stumbled upon a hidden garden. It was a breathtaking sight, filled with vibrant flowers, towering trees, and winding pathways that seemed to lead to secret corners of the garden.

In no time, Lambert had caught dozens of butterflies, drawing admiration and envy from the children. On the other hand, Lydia, feeling shy, hadn't caught many. She just stood by, watching the tall figure do something so childish for her. Lydia's eyes welled up, as if tears would fall at the slightest blink. She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hand. "For you, my princess." A deep voice sounded by her ear, causing Lydia to instinctively lower her hand. Then, she saw Lambert open the net he used earlier, and countless colorful butterflies flew out, dancing before her eyes, breathtakingly beautiful!

They were golden. “Luciana Rozeiros.”

Then she opened up one of the enclosures and let a hairy monstrosity walk onto the back of her hand. "This is a Chilean Rose tarantula. I just call her Rosita." Rosita lumbered carefully up Banshee's arm. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Shamira was willing to bet the devil himself would be beautiful too. One was still supposed to keep one's distance.

“Come, let me show you something special.” She reached out and took his hand softly. Greg’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Her hand felt small, warm, and incredibly gentle. She led him down a winding garden path lined with glowing flowers. They stopped in front of a beautiful flower bed filled with large, closed blooms that shimmered under the moonlight. “Watch this,” Amaya whispered excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy. She touched one of the flowers lightly with her fingertip. Suddenly, the petals unfolded gracefully, releasing a cloud of colorful butterflies that danced around them in soft waves of blue, yellow, orange, and pink.

Tying all her clothes, they didn't seem enough to make a long rope that would reach the ground and since she knew she would never come back to that house for Heron to question him, she took out his expensive shirts and added them to her so far made rope and tried to climb down with it. Maybe she never tied it up properly because before she could reach a half way, she felt she was fluttering in air as the rope had loosen and before she could realize, it had disentangled itself. Oh no! She was going to fall! Knowing that it might be her end, Lala shut her eyes so hard as she waited for her death the moment she would fall to the ground but nothing like that happened, instead she was feeling com