Loves Like A Butterfly Novels & Stories

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

It was a picture taken when Clayton proposed to me. That summer, I said to him, “Clayton, if you ever decide to propose, promise me there will be fireworks. “Our love should be as bright and beautiful as fireworks.” In the end, when Clayton proposed, he set off fireworks across the entire city for me. Under the fireworks, we made wishes to cherish each other and grow old together. However, we forgot that fireworks were fleeting by nature. After the brief, brilliant display, nothing remained. Clayton remembered that day, too.

I huffed, "because I will never marry a man in this... cult." "Cult?" Dad laughed. "I want nothing to do with this circle you guys are a part of. Where all people care about is wealth and showing off and talking about each other." "You're no saint, Camiela. You're one of us," Derek pointed out. "Not by choice. If I had the choice, I would have disappeared," I said through gritted teeth, jabbing my knife towards him before feeding Khan the last bite. "I'll get you ice cream in a little bit, I promise," I said, wiping his mouth clean and then planting a quick kiss on top of his head.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

This realization was exhilarating, yet terrifying, leaving her in a whirlwind of emotions. Fearing that her feelings would disrupt their friendship, Jane chose silence. She embraced her love for Mike quietly, confining her feelings to her heart's deepest corners. Her silent whispers of love echoed in her thoughts, in her sketches, and in her dreams. But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them.

theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear the

"Autumn, did you just indirectly say you love me and would spend the rest of your life with me?" "Directly actually, but not love… it's… it's such a really powerful word, or don't you think?" She stammered. Her face scrunched up as she thought of something. "Okay, it's not since you love me but I won't say I love you yet, but what would you call what I feel? I really wanna be with you and bear your children, wake up with you most mornings, and control your life. Isn't that love or I don't know, it's so confusing. Mordecai, I don't know how love feels but the girls say that what I feel is love. You know the commitment and devotion to you, to making you happy and making sure we… Hmm, I don't k

SELENA'S POV The sun rays escaped the guarding of the curtains and trickled on my face causing me to stir awake, turning and tossing on the huge comfy bed. I sat up and glared at the curtains for not doing its job properly. I wasn't a morning person and I hated the sun. Jace wasn't in the room... great! You scared him away with your blabbing. I just hope he didn't hear me confessing my undying love for Lee Yeon in my sleep.

Grief stricken that I have to go. Braxton puts his arm around me and holds me close, his face in my hair. He holds me like that for a long moment, breathing me in as I inhale the scents of the garden around us. A butterfly whispers by on a breeze, it’s blue and black wings catching the sunlight and giving it a twinkle. A few more in various sizes and colors follow. To be that free, like the butterflies or the birds, to take off and fly wherever I want… any time I want… wouldn’t that be heavenly?

Do you know the love of my life? You should. Is this a love story if you don't know the one with the power of spring controlling these fluttering creatures inside of me? The one making me spin and spin and spin and…fall. I had lived my life thinking I was the main character of a novel, a romance novel to be exact. Maybe a little comedy, some sprinkles of mystery but overall a heartwarming love story complete with a meet cute filled with butterflies, a love confession that surpassed that of Anthony Bridgeton and most importantly an happy ever after where our children sit by our feet with awe as we tell our stories for the hundredth times. I was hopeless when it came to the matters of love, ma