Meteora Butterfly Novels & Stories

It was iridescent blue—almost glowing as it captivated me. As my gaze traveled to the center, the blue took on a darkening gloss. Peering closer, I counted the wings and realized that this butterfly had five. “That’s the Blue Morpho Aurora,” Xavier said from behind me. “It’s a butterfly from South America.” “The wings are breathtaking.” “The shiny color is due to the way the light travels through the wing scales and gives off a metallic sheen.” I glanced over my shoulder. “So, you’re really into insects?" “Yes.”

Mirielle had a cat-shaped one, while the one Meddy gave her was a butterfly in shades of metallic blue and purple. "Butterflies suit you very well, Auntie. They symbolize inner beauty, the metamorphosis of a caterpillar that is hated and considered a pest, turning into a beautiful insect after going through a difficult period. That's what Uncle said," added Meddy. Moira was silent for a moment and her eyes seemed to watery at the sincere words of the pure little girl. "Thank you, Meddy. It's so beautiful. I really love it. Are you sure this is for me?"

"Okay, where is my birthday present Mr volklov?" "I love it when you call me by my last name." "Mr volklov." I repeated. "Idalia...." "Yeah..." I drawled, going on my tip toes and placing a kiss on his lips and then his cheek and his mouth again. "You don't want to know what I got you?" I groaned, "okay, what is it?" I grinned eagerly. He brought out two flight tickets from his back pockets and handed it over to me. "We're going to Greece."