Romans & histoires Butterfly 4

Sam poured his desire of regret and love . Hard ....deep.....rough ....sweet ...Sathya closed her eyes .She couldn't use hands to apply force . So ,she responded him ,by kissing him back . Sam's hand's lingered towards her cleavage the second when ,hands touched her butt an sound on intruder blocked them, " Sorry !! Sorry !!! Sorry !! I haven't seen anything "

"Why can't?" "Because, the wind that blows at high places, is getting stronger. It will make the butterfly wings become damaged," "Is it true?" asked Nathania, she couldn't believe what she had just found out about this beautiful creature called "butterfly" "Nathan wants to have wings like an eagle," "Why an eagle?"

Then, she saw Lambert open the net he used earlier, and countless colorful butterflies flew out, dancing before her eyes, breathtakingly beautiful! Lydia almost didn't dare to blink. She reached out, and a white butterfly landed on her fingertip, unwilling to leave for a long time. In that moment, it was truly mesmerizing. As the white butterflies fluttered, Lambert's eyes were fixed on Lydia. In the next moment, Lambert took a step forward, squatting down and offering his back. Lydia's face blushed as she looked at Lambert's broad back, her eyes turning red. "Lambert..." Without giving her much time to think, Lambert lifted her onto his back and headed towards where Wythe was playing.

All of the smells were incredible, like a perfume garden coming to life. Then there was a flash of blue! A butterfly landed on a purple flower, its color similar to that of the summer sky. It opened its wings, revealing a variety of colors, including dark purple, bright blue, and a hint of yellow. It resembled a genuine jewel, a tiny bit of magic!

But there were still a lot more plants I couldn’t identify. I gasped, awestruck, gazing at the red butterfly. Its wings were as though made of thin slices of glowing red crystals with dark and gold patterns mixing gracefully with one another as it flapped its long-tailed wings. It was twice the size of a normal butterfly and a thousand times more beautiful and magical. The butterfly fluttered past the window glass. I waved at it excitedly, as though it would wave back at me. Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Charles asked, smiling when Sheri got up from the bed to come over and look closely at the monitor. "Yes, I think so," she replied, standing up. "Describe it for me, okay?" Charles asked. "Well, it looks like just before it's going to turn into a butterfly," Sheri complied. "You can see its dark head sticking up." "No way!" Sheri gasped when Charles quickly typed and the four photos all zoomed out, revealing that one of them was of a breast with an erect, dark nipple, the other three larval butterflies. "What do you see?" Charles asked, the four photos on the monitor changing in response to his rapid typing.

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

The butterfly continued to lead the way, moving gently along the path. Lucas followed. His small chest rose and fell as he walked faster, his eyes locked on the yellow wings ahead. The butterfly fluttered ahead, crossing the small gate that separated the school compound from the outside world. The gate was slightly open. Lucas didn’t hesitate. He slipped through. Now he was outside the school. The street stretched ahead, wide and unfamiliar. There were fewer people here, fewer sounds. But Lucas didn’t notice any of that. The butterfly was still there.

Mirielle had a cat-shaped one, while the one Meddy gave her was a butterfly in shades of metallic blue and purple. "Butterflies suit you very well, Auntie. They symbolize inner beauty, the metamorphosis of a caterpillar that is hated and considered a pest, turning into a beautiful insect after going through a difficult period. That's what Uncle said," added Meddy. Moira was silent for a moment and her eyes seemed to watery at the sincere words of the pure little girl. "Thank you, Meddy. It's so beautiful. I really love it. Are you sure this is for me?"

Aria “Hey. Breathe.” Ethan turned to me and crouched down, blocking out the view of my awful family behind him. His eyes were calm and cool, a dusty blue like the cloudless sky. Just looking into those eyes made my pulse begin to slow. “Breathe,” he repeated, taking my hands in his. “In through the nose, out through the mouth. Good. Like that… See? All better.” I looked down at my hands to find that the claws had disappeared. My fingertips still trembled, but that pressure that had been building all day—it had ebbed away like the tide.