Where Butterflies Wander A Novel Novels & Stories

However, time away would be good for her, she just needed to have patience, which was something she never had. In her wandering, she found herself on the back terrace. Most of the guests from the party had left, and only a few servants milled about cleaning up. Luckily, a few lamps were lit on the lawn, giving her the lighting she needed for her walk. Pausing, she leaned against the railing and looked up at the moon. It appeared so big tonight, much larger than she had ever seen, and she had looked at the moon quite a bit in her lonely life. “Now, why am I not surprised to find you out here this late after dark, and all alone?”

One thing was certain though, nobody could believe that this was actually happening. "One chance Vance. One chance to rekindle our childhood friendship... Don't make me regret it. Stay away from Connie. That's all I ask," he took my books from me as Jake and Brian helped me stand up. He placed the books carefully on my hand and only let go when he was sure I had a firm grip on them. And without another word, he walked away, his friends faithfully following behind him. I was left all alone in the hallways, people's gazes swapping between Casey, who was walking away and me. At the moment, all that my mind could register was, "what in God's name just happened?!"

They needed to know. “When I left the house angry, I went out to walk. Something that took me far. A butterfly. It looked like glowing. It was beautiful. Too late for me to realize it was a trick to lure me. I ended up near that tree.” “That’s where I found you,” Zander said.

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta

But the nail in my pocket’s gone, lost in the mud. Marisol staggers out, clutching her shawl to her face. “Es él,” she whispers. “The butterflies… he used them in Guerrero.” Her voice cracks. “The whole village coughed blood by dawn.” I grab the closest weapon—Uncle Danni’s Harley chain—and swing. Butterflies scatter, but more swarm my arms, weighing me down. Somewhere, Dragon’s shouting, Mamá’s praying, but all I hear is wings. Then, a click.

I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

I was convinced to contact it, so I valiantly lifted my finger to prick its combination of dim and terrible wings. Indeed, even before my pointer went after its wings, I nearly hopped in view of shock when I heard somebody talk behind me. "Why are you here?" a kid my age shouted out. "Wandering. Isn't it self-evident?" I asked wryly prior to mirroring his position. "Why are you here? Return where you should be," I requested prior to turning around to the leaves. Furthermore, very much like what I expected, the dismal butterfly was no longer there.

My heart was already beaten because of him so I should stop now while I can. I took a deep sigh when I couldn't see Duncan's back anymore so I decided to go home and leave Achel. I'm not in a mood so I can longer appreciate the beautiful things and happenings around me. But because I'm.not familiar with this place so I wandered around until I finally found the way where Achel and I passed earlier. I just followed the way until I became familiar with the path I am walking. I did not feel scared or worried even though I was walking alone at night. I'm more worried about my friend. She might look for me because she didn't know that I went home first. But maybe she will also go home if she can'