Without Change There Would Be No Butterflies Novels & Stories

I KNOW. Here is what I am thinking — the Nico and Vivian story would be included right here in this same book, His Butterfly, as a novella at the end. So you would not have to go anywhere. You would not have to find a new book. It would just continue right here after we wrap up His Butterfly.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind about wanting to find out.” I shook my head. Then, more quietly, I added, “I haven’t even heard a heartbeat yet.” He closed the laptop gently. “That’ll happen soon.” That word again. Always soon. --- Later that afternoon, I took a stroll around the grounds, sticking close to the path by the rose bushes. A butterfly landed on my arm, and for a fleeting moment, I didn’t dare to move. Its wings, a vibrant mix of orange and black, felt like stained glass dancing softly against my skin.

I take another deep breath and close my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. As I open my eyes again, I notice a small butterfly flitting around the garden, its wings a blur of vibrant colors. I watch as it lands on a nearby flower, delicately sipping nectar from its petals. For a moment, I'm mesmerized by the beauty of this tiny creature, so focused on its simple task. It's then that I realize something crucial: I'm not alone. I'm surrounded by life and beauty, and there's no need to rush or worry. I can take things one step at a time and trust that everything will work out as it's meant to.

“They’ve already chosen you as master. No matter how many times you chased them away, they’ll come back, following you like a moth.” “Just accept your fate. I think they’ll come in handy someday,” he continued, as if her problem wasn’t a big deal. “How can I keep them from hurting me?” He seemed to think and said, “...Try to tame the butterflies and make them obey your orders.” “So they won’t hurt me if I tame them?” A twinkle of hope appeared in her jade-coloured eyes. “Maybe, unless they’re starving.” His reply only made her feel uneasy, but she was too tired to protest again. She did not refuse, nor did she accept the butterflies.

Again she focused all her attention on the shrub, staring at it for a few seconds before the green chlorophyll began to slowly bleed from the leaves until at last the shrub stood bare, it’s leaves having turned white and completely devoid of colour. Just then a butterfly with wings the colour of burnished gold and adorned with black markings lazily landed on the rose bush directly in front of Merlin, catching her attention. She stared hard at it, her very gaze seeming to paralyize the creature into submission as the colour from its body seeped out replacing it with an empty shade of grey nothingness. She blinked, breaking her hold over the butterfly, who sensing an opportunity for escape, qu

The moment that Angelo gave off an excited smile with his eyes closed, showing his dimples to Maleficent as his mouth opened to speak the words that the viewers could not hear. “That punk! I swear Gabriel the Faithful, I will – ” His words were cut off when he saw a surge of black and red slaughter butterflies flew from the swamp waters the moment the hundreds of deadly feathers raced to Maleficent. The butterflies intercepted the first half of the feathers—devouring them in one go. The second half of the flock of feathers was able to avoid the onslaught of slaughter butterflies when they were able to swerve from the ascending attack of the butterflies.

The soft breeze of the afternoon plays with the leaves, rustling in rhythm. Amid the stillness, flutters of butterfly wings resonated, flying away from the small figure chasing its freedom. Tiny wandering feet disturbed the silence as leaves rustled, twigs broken at every step. “Don't go away, come back” the gentlest voice echoed, begging. But the innocent creatures heed not her plea. “I just want to play…” the small red lips pouted while watching the butterflies fly away.

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.”

“Pa, what are you doing in here? Mrs. Staun will take care of everything so just relax. You are here to lie down, and rest so why are you here moving around so much?” “Rina, look at this, oh. I am watching the cocoon and the butterfly inside has beautiful wings. Come and see, ah!” I crouched down, staring at where he was pointing and nodded my head. “Indeed, the butterfly is different. I love its wings.” “Don’t you see the similarities it has for humans?” He then suddenly asked to which I was taken aback. I frowned, “Similarities we have with the butterflies? Were you going to say that we may not see our own beauty but others can pinpoint them easily?”

Anthony's face flushed with anger, his voice rising. "There's nothing you can do to make it right, Vivian. I thought I could manage a few more months with you, but this clearly shows that you can't live in this house with me! You've made me uncomfortable in my own house a million times, but this is the height of it. I can't take it anymore. This artifact meant more than you could ever imagine, and because of that, I'm going to have to send you..." As Anthony's words trailed, his anger suddenly transformed into something else. His face contorted, and he clutched his chest, gasping for breath. Panic flooded Vivian's veins as she realized something was terribly wrong.