Star Butterfly Cry Novels & Stories

She tried to lift her head, her lips parting with effort, but darkness slammed into her again and she fell back into unconsciousness. When she opened her eyes once more, the oxygen mask was gone. The air was her own to fight for again. Slowly, she turned her head, and her heart cracked. Star stood there, tiny shoulders shaking, her face buried in her hands. She was crying. “Star…” Maya’s voice was hoarse, raw, barely more than a whisper. The little girl froze. She lowered her hands slowly, as if afraid the vision before her wasn’t real. Then her eyes widened, tears spilling faster, and she whispered, “Maya?”

“I guess it’s just you and I in this big, lonely mansion.” She leaned back against her pillows, her fingers trembling as she stroked the tiny creature’s feathers. To her surprise, the bird didn’t flinch or pull away—it inched closer instead, pressing its small body against her cheek, as though determined to erase even a fraction of her pain. The warmth was unexpected, and Lara let out another shaky breath, hugging it carefully against her chest. Her tears continued, spilling silently, dampening its feathers. “Why does it hurt so much?” she whispered to no one, her eyes dull with exhaustion.

CRACK It only took two whips until I was screaming in pain; the silver stripped me of my skin with each hit. And by the time he reached ten, I was losing consciousness, but I couldn’t rest my head from the silver collar that was around my throat. The silver burned my skin, which helped me keep my eyes open. My blood splattered the walls, and I could feel the warmth dripping down my body. I cried loudly; the sound was so animistic as I panted. I looked up to see the spider still on the wall as I lowered my head and cried.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

She could talk to animals, plants, and insects. She could understand them as if she could hear their voices. The butterfly flew from her finger and landed on her left shoulder as she heard skittering from the field. The flowers moved because of the fast movement on the ground. The movement continued until it reached the end of the field where she was. Three squirrels came out, dragging a pack of pink donuts wrapped in thick plastics.

An unholy shriek follows as the lava spews into the sky as the smoke rises. When I smirk, then I see it. I turn to look at Starci and her eyes are wide, like she can’t believe what she is seeing. She blinks rapidly. A shriek grows louder when I turn just in time to see a colossal black phoenix with oranges and reds in the centre of her black tail feathers. As she emerges through the bellowing smoke and ash. The bright orange of her eyes locked on us, the gold of her beak and talons glint in the sunlight. Hovering in the air before she shrieks again, her wings erupting into red and gold flames, she dives towards us.

Everyone we're shock as Mayari's blood formed an immense floating orb glistering beautifully like a ruby, above her. Mayari formed her hand into a fist, and the ruby orb surprisingly dispersed into a group of pretty scarlet butterflies, then flew away to an open window and meet the silvery night.

"It's my fault for them, it's all my fault for harming them." If it wasn't for her, why would they have to go through such a horrible nightmare? Dinh Quan knows that what he says is useless presently, so at this moment, he can only hug her and give her the greatest consolation. And it appears that his understanding has really worked. Tinh Ngoc stopped crying, moreover it was very natural to use his shirt to make a towel to absorb tears. Finally, the kitten stopped crying, Dinh Quan laughed and kissed her slightly red and swollen eyelids.

Little by little, her skin began glowing startlingly as her eyes glistened with innocence. The group of four suddenly heard a loud, screeching cry that sounded to belong to a bird — a very peculiar one. Melpomene swiftly shuddered to the rhythms of the cry and covered her body with her arms. She inquiringly stared at Liam who quickly shifted in her direction, embracing her in his arms.