Loves Like A Butterfly Novels & Stories

My voice had risen now, and I noticed some of the students around the lounge were starting to pay attention. Hector shrugged, unfazed. “It’s not bullying, Lara. It’s tough love. You know how this place works. People need to know their place, and Hades didn’t get the memo.” The tension in my body grew, and my gaze hardened. “I don’t care what your definition of ‘tough love’ is, Hector. What you did was wrong. You don’t get to treat people like that.” Felix, sitting beside Hector, chuckled and chimed in, “Oh, Lara’s playing the hero now, huh? You really gonna defend the new guy over your own people?”

she suggested, her tone gentle but firm, like she was coaxing a scared child out of hiding. “What am I supposed to say?” I asked, my frustration bubbling up. “Stop having fun with your childhood friend? He’s not even doing anything wrong.” I let out a shaky breath, the panic building inside me. “She said, ‘I love you’ to him, and he didn’t say anything back. Just ‘thank you.’ He didn’t touch her or anything. He was just… nice. But he really likes her as a person, and he doesn’t remember me. What if…”

Something normal. I carry my plate to the sitting room. Distraction. That’s what I need. I settle on a random rom-com, letting it play in the background. It doesn’t work. Because my mind drifts anyway. Alexander teaching me how to ride a bicycle. “Don’t let go!” “I won’t. ” A lie. Alexander teaching me how to fly a kite. Alexander standing in front of my bullies, his voice low and dangerous. Alexander doing my homework while I watched, pretending I understood everything.

it reminds me of Van Gogh's "Starry Night" A light breeze blew through my curls as if it wants to play with me. That mischievous breeze also carried the scent of Epiphyllum flowers. Glance up and look at the sky again. Then close my eyes, and take a deep breath to feel this vivid scene with all I have. Before, when I still lived with that family when I couldn't sleep, I always went to the garden for a walk. I feel more comfortable doing so. Because I thought all my troubles would be swept away by the wind.

James stood silently, trying to process Abraham's words. "James, understand that sometimes the true act of love is to give up that which we most desire. If you insist on keeping Meg by your side, without being able to offer her a future, you will end up suffocating her. It's not fair to her, or to you, or with Angelina," Abraham explained, approaching the boy with empathy and understanding. "I don't know what to do." "Do what is right."

Not the butterflies…oh no , no , no… The emotions ; the feeling of lust , love , happiness , content and fear. How they wish they could be lit alive like this. Briefly….briefly they are alive until , collapsing to once again an emotionless void. The butterfly tingles are something that activates these emotions ; it is almost like a learnt behavior. It’s the fear , the fear controls them ; it’s the stimulus that makes my emotions react. At least I know my emotions still work ; nevertheless , it has it’s defects.

//Chandra Margaret// What kind of feeling is this? I feel like I'm lying in clouds whenever our lips touch. Waitt--- did my worms are now grown up? Why does it feel like my worms is now butterfly? Flying freely on my tummy. My toes feel so weak to the point I have to put my arms around his neck so I won't fall on the ground.

Your love is like a cocoon, the thought of it, drenched with the idea of your beauty, like a butterfly, splashed in color, but the reality is like a moth, ordinary and simple. I don’t know why I keep hoping you are different. Sienna Bray, 12/08/2020

She gripped the sheets in tears, “i love you Toby. Always and forever.” A/N Again, you're not alone.❤️ You're a summer child too❤️ You are a butterfly 🦋 You're perfection. ✨ These words aren't just too my characters but to you my readers too. 🌹💗💓💖💝

She swallowed hard and started singing softly, 🎶my dear Butterfly, so beautiful insiiiide, pretty to the eyes but difficult to touch. but when, when... whenever you go you leave behind, Behind a beautiful smile my butterfly. Go, go to sleep butterfly, you know you have to wake up so high my dear butterfly! The sky as your limit, the sun as you light, you... you... be my light , my butterfly. As the angels watch over you, as his mercy Graces your dreams, with my love to accompany thee, peace be upon you, my butterfly.🎶🎶🎶