Novel Butterflies Novels & Stories

“ Katie Rose squeals, heading straight for the wings on her left. Arabella giggles, spinning to show off the wings they somehow managed to put on each other while I struggled with the right color strings and balloons. “Aren’t they pretty, mommy Nova?” “Yes, they do. Just like the ones you have at home.” ”Mommy, those are butterfly wings.“ Katie Rose slaps her head. ”And these are fairy wings.“ Arabella adds, both of them staring at me like my not knowing the difference between these pair of wings they have on are any different from the multiple ones they have in their closets. ”You're not still not getting them, you have more than thirty-“ ” Forty-one, each.“ Arabella corrects me.

“Remember what I told you the other day about some bugs having weird names? It’s the same with this one. Just like how a ladybug is a bug but not always a lady or how a butterfly can fly but it’s not butter.” “Oh. Just have weiwd name?” “Yes.” “Ok. What that, Mama?” “That’s a cocoon. After some time, a caterpillar will make one and then kind of sleep inside it. Then when it wakes up after a while, it’ll be a butterfly. You could say that’s where butterflies come from.” “So catpilly baby buttewfly?” “You could say that.” “Mama, I needs go potty again.” “Ok, let’s go.” A few hours later...

Hazel who saw that was relieved that Zinny and Emily's cheerfulness managed to divert Calvin's worries for now about the problems that were raining down on him. “Calvin, are you going to take me to the woods after lunch?” "Woods? Hmm..." “Come on Calvin… take us to the woods. I want to see the birds as well as the squirrels.” "Uncle Calvin, are there butterflies in the woods too?" asked Zinny cutely. "Of course not. Butterflies live in the flower garden,” Emily exclaimed cutely. "But mama Jane said butterflies live in the woods too." "Really, Calvin? Can we see butterflies in the woods?”

The butterfly’s face looked adorable, blushing with fear and anxiety and trying to rebel to break away. The green glowed on its wings and turned orange. The effect of fear and anxiety felt by the magical butterfly. Queenie watched the little butterfly’s face. She needed to find out if Queenie would give attention to her. “Leya!” Queenie was surprised to see up close the butterfly’s face. The butterfly’s face had always been with her since she lived for the second time. It was Leya’s face. But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen.

He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. Its wings, a kaleidoscope of colors, shimmered in the sunlight, a fragile masterpiece of nature. Then, the idyllic scene shattered. The butterfly, a symbol of beauty and fleeting joy, morphed into a swarm of a million ants, their tiny bodies coalescing into a writhing, menacing mass. They descended upon him, an army of miniature terrors, crawling over his skin, their mandibles biting and stinging, inflicting a thousand tiny pinpricks of agony.

she thought. After reading the book for hours and a half from “You’re My Butterfly”, she saw her wall clock showing that it was almost late at night. She went to bed, and the girl turned off the lights. By then, Evelina had laid herself on her bed and she was thinking about something. “The butterfly makes the life of the person closest to her become more colorful, but one day, she vanishes in the life of someone else,” she explained. “It’s sad. It must be the people closest to her who feel sad. When someone of value suddenly disappears, it hurts a lot. Never give it up! I’d better just sleep.”

Chapter 12 AVALINE I followed her gaze, curious to see it and my eyes widened when I came across it. It was truly a beautiful creature with wings that seemed to shine under the sunlight and it had all the color of the rainbow. It was unlike any butterfly I had ever seen that had one color. "It's beautiful," I breathed, also enchanted at the sight just as she was. But before I could stop her, Aida had run away from my side and was running after the butterfly, her small legs carrying her deeper into the forest, with no fear of what lies ahead.

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast

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!

I excitedly exclaimed. "No. Play here instead." He stood up leaving me almost throwing my tantrums. "But Daddy I want little buffies—" My eyes widened when a light suddenly came out from his palm and many colorful butterflies flew all around. I hop out on the sofa and run my way to the flying beautiful creatures. My teary eyes are almost sparkling at the most wonderful sight! This moment is just so picture perfect! I can't close my mouth! I laughed and run all around the library trying to keep up with the flying butterflies. Their beauty can't even compare to those butterflies on the garden. The butterflies here are just so pretty rare!