Romans & histoires Butterfly 4

But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen. Hearing Queenie says Leya’s name, the little butterfly suddenly calmed down and stopped rebelling. She glared at Queenie. “Do you know Leya?” she asked. Queenie and the magical butterfly looked at each other. The longer Queenie looked at the little butterfly, the more she found many differences between Leya and the little butterfly. Unexpectedly, the little butterfly suddenly pulled out long fangs from its mouth. Then she quickly grabbed Deril’s hand. “Aww!!!” the man choked and shook his hand.

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.

" --------------------------- -Flashback- "Alexander, where's Franklin?" Young Alexander stared at the woman with the caliber of a queen, walking towards him. Violet Zaragoza, a young woman who was born in Catalona,Spain. She arrived in Jericho, California with a palace-like house already waiting for her. Franklin automatically noticed her, as well as Alexander.

Hayley murmured against Katelyn's soft mouth. Hayley released Katelyn and picked up a vibrator. "I've fantasized about using this one on you. I bought it with you in mind," Hayley explained. "It's pretty, feminine, and classy. It's called the Butterfly." Hayley held up a long vibrator on a solid base which contained the controls. It had a long, pearly-white shaft, the base of which was clear and filled with actual pearls. Near the base was a butterfly with wings and antennae. It was made of a soft, jelly-like material. Katelyn looked at it in amazement.

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

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.

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

I crouched beside her, trying to join in her wonder. "And the butterfly? What's it called, Aunt Mary?" she asked again. Before I could answer, a voice from beside us responded, "That's a monarch butterfly. Beautiful, isn't it?" I looked up to see a woman standing beside us. It was Julia.

" Yes Luc, a butterfly waiting for the right moment to spread it's wings. Now is the time to spread the wings. Now is the time to challenge the status quo" " A butterfly waiting to bloom " he muttered again and he was jilted back from his sea of thoughts of the incidences that happened the other day . He was a butterfly and it was his time to bloom.

“Remember what I told you the other day about some bugs having weird names? It’s the same with this one. Just like how a ladybug is a bug but not always a lady or how a butterfly can fly but it’s not butter.” “Oh. Just have weiwd name?” “Yes.” “Ok. What that, Mama?” “That’s a cocoon. After some time, a caterpillar will make one and then kind of sleep inside it. Then when it wakes up after a while, it’ll be a butterfly. You could say that’s where butterflies come from.” “So catpilly baby buttewfly?” “You could say that.” “Mama, I needs go potty again.” “Ok, let’s go.” A few hours later...