Loves Like A Butterfly Novels & Stories

Five years older little Elena smiled at her daddy, and ran towards him. "I saw a betoful (beautiful ) buttfly (butterfly) there daddy. But it is flying. Please get it for me" Little Elena requested her daddy cutely.. Her daddy took out his handkerchief and wiped his daughter's face and speaks up," Baby, they will get hurt if you catch it. They love to fly. Do you want to hurt them, baby?" Elena looked at her daddy innocently and speaks up," Elena is good girl. She will not hurt them"

After a few seconds, a slow orchestra song began playing from the speakers above. "Oh, wow. This is your favorite song, Anthony, isn't it?", Sandra asked out of the blue. He opened his mouth to give a reply, she'd already turned to Vivian. "In case he didn't tell you, this is his favorite song. We've danced to this tune on this exact floor with so many times in the past, with so much passion. He confessed to me that it was his favorite song because his mother always played it for him whenever he had trouble sleeping. Also, he also confessed to me he once shat himself when he was fifteen because he was lactose-intolerant, and he had some coconut milk for the first time in his life. He also to

They are a symbol of freedom, that's why, Heer liked butterflies from the beginning even if she had never touched them. But now her condition was not like a free butterfly. She too is imprisoned like a butterfly which cannot fly by spreading its wings. "Done," he whispered and scanned her from up to down. ‘Perfect,’ his subconscious praised her inwardly. Heer only smiled at him. She didn't even realize that he even put the butterfly earring cuff chain in her ears. But when she felt it, she touched the pinna of her right ear. Her fingers automatically recognised the structure. He knows she's fond of butterflies even though she's scared of insects. She's afraid to touch the butterflies but she

“Felix, I want you to be safe and happy, always.” He gently placed a necklace around my neck. It was a butterfly pendant, wings spread wide, something he had saved up for after months of part-time work. He said, “Sis Chloe, we’re going to fly away from here together.” That was the last time he ever called me “Sis.” I woke up feeling parched, as if my throat were on fire. “Water...” My voice, barely a whisper, wasn’t loud enough to reach the person standing by the door.

“You’re strong and terrifying. But then you do things like letting me touch you, holding me like I’m something fragile, and it makes me melt.” Ryan tilted her chin up, his blue eyes softer now, though still burning with something deep and unspoken. “You are something fragile, butterfly. At least, fragile compared to me. Which is why I’ll always be careful with you.” Her smile was tender, her heart swelling painfully in her chest. She leaned up to kiss him, slow and sweet this time, their lips lingering until the fire threatened to flare again. “I love you, butterfly.” “I love you too. So much it terrifies me sometimes,” she sighed, melting against him.

Her core throbbed and her breathing changed as she held his gaze. He leaned even closer and whispered on her lips, “Tell me, sweetheart, which butterflies do you prefer? The ones around you or the ones I make you feel?"

I froze, breath caught. The butterfly stayed. I stared at it as tears streaming freely now. “Mom?” I whispered. The wings fluttered once, twice. I laughed through the crying, shaky, disbelieving. “I love you,” I said to the butterfly. “I love you so much.” It lifted off again, circled my head once, then flew upward, disappearing into the willow leaves. I sat there a long time, crying quietly, smiling at the same time. Small feet pounded across the grass.

And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me Come on now, follow my lead I may be crazy, don't mind me Say, boy, let's not talk too much Grab on my waist and put that body on me Come on now, follow my lead Come, come on now, follow my lead I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull as a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body And last night you were in my room They danced to the music as they consumed in alcohol, in the name of enjoyment. The other girls came to join as they sprayed money around dancing to the songs that came on their system. The next song was Masseratti

He doesn’t push his tongue in my mouth, but he presses our lips together so hard that a shudder runs down my spine. “ I love you. ” He pulls back and breathes. “ If I wanted an heiress, I would have married one. If I wanted someone else, I would have married someone else, Little Butterfly. But I married you. Because…you are you. And I love you for who you are. ” “ What is there to love— ”

"Then I won't say I like you either." Spencer's gaze jumped to me. In his eyes, underneath all the lust and passion, swirled love and adoration as well. After a long while, he finally answered softly, "Since the first time I met you. I always thought I'd never get the chance to let you know, Kaylee." My heart suddenly ached terribly. "It's okay, Spencer. We have our whole lives to spend together now." "That's right. We have our whole lives." Our fingers weaved together tightly.