Until Dawn Butterfly Effects Novels & Stories

Monte asked. Dawn smiled in wry amusement. "Again, it's both familiar but also not." Frank did not give up, however, and had Monte read the script he gave earlier. "I'm Monte Petale. I have a solution that could help Mr. Frankton overcome the curse of the spiritron vein and leave Shagan!" Dawn appeared to be jolted by those words, and her eyes rolled up as she passed out. Frank leapt up to catch her and carried Dawn to the couch while telling Monte to make her some tea.

Dawn whispered, “I wanna be like you. Brave. And kind. And pretty, too.” Elena blinked back the sting behind her eyes. “Thank you, Dawn. That means more than you know.” Dawn tilted her head like she was studying her. “Are you sad?” “Sometimes,” Elena admitted. “My mama says it’s okay to be sad. But then she gives me cookies and says I’m her sunshine.” Elena smiled again, her thumb rubbing slow circles on Dawn’s shoulder. “You are sunshine.” Another beat of silence passed before Dawn asked, “Do you think the butterfly meant to lead me here?”

Chapter 10 The screeching sound of the cotton blinds getting opened woke Vivian woke up from her sleep, and the sunlight that attacked her was unexpected. It looked like the intensity of the sun had tripled, only to blind her. "Who got the window opened? Get them closed!", She groaned in misery as she shielded her eyes from the sun with her heavy hands. The intensity of the light was adding more pangs to her throbbing headache. She'd forgotten that she usually had really hurtful hangovers after a night of drinking.

Sally’s POV Butterflies, Those little creatures fluttered in my belly whenever I saw Justin. This was it! I was going to do it. I exhaled deeply, clutching the gift box I had particularly stayed up all night curating just for him. I was finally going to tell Justin how I have truly felt after three years in colledge. It was our senior year and I didn’t want to live my entire life regretting why I never took the chance. I stood outside the building where Justin was throwing his birthday party.

"Zoey, you were so careless. You came back and didn't even say let's have a meal together!" Zoey circled an unusually high value with a carbon pen, put down the pen, and briefly recounted what had happened during this period of time. Leanna was shocked, "Weren't you saying that you were going to find Mr. Conway when you left? How did this string of events happen one after another?" She suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Zoey, didn't these things happen to you in your past life?" "No," Zoey said firmly, "That's the butterfly effect. Because of one thing changing, everything else changes too."

It will not be as long as His Butterfly — think of it as a shorter, faster, just as intense story that gives you everything you need and maybe a few things you did not know you wanted. BUT — and this is important — I am going to finish His Butterfly properly first. Completely. No leaving you hanging on Dante and Sofia's story to go somewhere else. You will get your ending for them first. Full and complete and everything it needs to be. Then we move to Nico and Vivian. Let me know what you think in the comments! Are you interested in their story? Do you want to know what Salvatore is about to tell Nico? Do you want to know who Vivian actually is and where she has been for nine years?

Brynn Hollis' POV Dawn's transformation was not complete. She had chosen a new name. She had chosen presence over absence. She had chosen the Circle over the void. But the void did not let go easily. It lingered in the corners of her mind, a whisper of cold, a memory of emptiness. I saw it first in her eyes. They flickered—one moment bright, the next hollow. She was fighting something inside herself. She did not tell me what it was. Then the attacks began. --- Not from the followers—from Dawn herself. She did not mean to hurt anyone. She was walking through the garden when the cold exploded from her chest, freezing the flowers, the grass, the stones. Wolves stumbled back, their breath foggin

she protested, her voice tinged with worry and doubt. I held her firmly, conveying safety and love through my touch. "That’s not true," I said, my voice low and full of conviction. "Having you by my side is my greatest advantage." I kissed her neck, feeling her shiver under my touch as the eclipse reached its peak, aligning the Earth between the Moon and the Sun. A divine glow enveloped everything, and suddenly, white butterflies appeared, swirling around Callie’s body. Each butterfly landed softly over her eyes, radiating an intense magical light like the glow of the Moon. The light seemed to fill her eyes with new life.

I gasp softly when the elevator abruptly stops and it opens wide. Miss Dawnson looks at me briefly, adjusting her glasses before walking out of the elevator. I lick my lower lip, following suit. Books and lot of books...an underground archive? For some reason, I wish I had turned earlier and left. She stops right in front of the long vintage desk and says, 'this is your desk...feel free to settle in.'