She Probably Gives You Butterflies Novels & Stories

I paused as I watched a butterfly flapped its wings over the flowers. “You can say that you like a perso , but it’s not that easy to make him believe you without giving or showing him proofs. Giving him the material things... luxuries, money, and everything is for the eyes to see and to believe, but it’s more believable when you show that person how you really feel.” "Fine. If you say so,” she said, then smiled. “Let’s drop it already.” She sounded like she was already accepting her defeat. I heaved a deep sigh after as I looked at the mowed grasses in the area.

She might as well get one for herself as well if this butterfly thing is cool. "Yeah, one second. Let me turn it on", Anna said before reaching her finger underneath the butterfly. When the butterfly 'turned on', Kaylee stared at it in shock and whimpered almost immediately. * * *

She looked up at her mother, earning herself her world-dazzling smile. “It’s like your own atmosphere—the feeling around you, of course. It makes people or animals feel things about you. If animals feel safe around you, they won’t run away…” “Am I not safe, then?” Her big eyes widened. “No, my angel,” she kissed her forehead, “it was so sudden that the butterfly thought you’d harm it. Their wings are too delicate, so they’ve to take care of it, right?” She nodded quickly, “Yes, of course.”

"Why are you laughing at me?" "Because you're pretty." Queenie's expression instantly changed. Sherry added, "You're as pretty as a butterfly." A butterfly? Who would use butterflies as praise? Queenie's expression that had just softened instantly flushed red. "You're the butterfly! No... With your looks, you're clearly just a skinny little moth!" Sherry sighed with a smile. "Yes, I'm about to starve to death. Could you go to the kitchen and get some delicious food for me so I can become a butterfly instead?"

"Good. Now, to your far left, you'll see a group of people talking at table 203-" "Where? Where??", She took a sharp turn to her left searching shamelessly for the people he was talking about. "Vivian!", He immediately dragged her chin with his forefinger to make her face back - as gently as he can. "What did I tell you just now?! Do not face them!", He said through his teeth still a smile on his face. Vivian instantly felt chills from his forefinger down to her entire system. "What is wrong with me? Why is Anthony's touch making me feel some type of way? He's the same annoying guy I dislike, so why am I having chills and all these stupid feelings?", She questioned herself, confused by what

Right Donovan, and I start to feel butterflies at just the thought of seeing him tomorrow. I take it back this year won’t suck, this is going to be a total mental and emotional fuck. Like what do the butterflies mean? I hope Aidan is able to find some insight or if there is something out there can help me identify my feelings because if not, instead of saving our world these alphas may just burn it because of me.

She can feel his breath on his ears that gave her chills from her nape down to her spine. Why is it that it always felt different with Ralph? He can always make my heart uneasy. They were dancing slowly but her heart is screaming loudly. She just wanted to end the music so she can go back to Jacob and feel comfortable again. She just can't understand why she felt this way towards him. She remembered the words in the romance book she used to read, says "you can feel butterflies in your stomach whenever you are with the person you love". But Ralph is different because she can't feel any love towards him, and what she is feeling are not butterflies either but a whole damn zoo!

She got out of the bed and was about to leave my room, and she looked back at me. "Get your sh*t together, Syd. You seem about to explode. But you look so cute when you blush super hard. Come on. You need to eat lunch early and prepare for our flight." She said and held out her hand for me, and I took it. Though I couldn't hold it, I could feel her. She's right. The feelings are real, and the butterflies, as well.

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

I turned around, only to jerk back when I saw her holding a butterfly in her hand. A huge one. “Yup.” My voice came out strained as I eyed the butterfly to make sure it didn’t suddenly fly in my face. I hated butterflies. They were disgusting flying creatures. “Is that why you’re slowly leaning away from it?” Cara had an evil smirk on her lips. “I’m not. I’m admiring it from afar.” I said, trying to be discreet about it. Out of nowhere, Cara brought the butterfly right up to my face, causing me to stand up from my seat and back away. I took a crutch and held it up, ready to swing at her if she came close again.