Novel & Cerita Bas Studio

how I’ll send you to your own grave. I turned to walk away but stopped abruptly when I saw Bas standing in the hallway, his expression unreadable. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low and serious. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. He led me into an empty room, the door clicking shut behind us. The room was dark, the only light coming from the windows high on the wall. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the silence stretching out painfully. Bas's eyes held a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, regret. My mind raced, trying to come up with what he was thinking, what he wanted to say. Clearing my throat, I broke the silence. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked, my voice barely ab

The sky had turned dark. There was a glint in Chase’s eye while on his way back in the car. “Basalt is truly an organization that Bactria is heavily invested in. Anyone from Basalt is a powerhouse among powerhouses when they’re out there. “Take Deacon, the shooting genius, for example. If a war broke out, he would be able to take many lives. A true master of martial arts would also take a bullet from him in a moment of carelessness!

Unlike Lime, Basil was able to stay in a summoned state continuously, with the only restriction that it could only be summoned from floors eleven to twenty. “Our time together might be short,” Zen admitted. “But I’ll be in your care.” “Ss-kek!” Basil hissed with a toothy grin, and Zen waited for the other to log in. He couldn’t wait to introduce his new pet to them.

"Yeah, I have been visiting my grandchildren in Argentina. How about you? I didn't know you were in a..." I looked at my legs and sighed. "Wheelchair? Well, you know me, I've always been lazy. Now I have an excuse to sit down and do nothing all day long." Aunt Ann shook her head, kissing my forehead but not once giving me the pity look everyone else tended to. This is why I loved her so much. "Anyways, I came to give Kathy some basil because she told me she doesn't have any. Could you please take it to her, sweetheart?"

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition. She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?" Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot. I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all. However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him." However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life. When I stop

The words Sebastian didn’t say hung in the air, and Jaxsen, even still being seven months from turning ten, was perceptive enough to hear them. When Basil emerged he was adorned in a light blue shirt under a teal button down Polo that brought out the green in his eyes, a pair of dark jeans, new socks and a pair of Nike shoes he’d admired that morning on a commercial on the television. The final thing he was attired with was a brilliant smile that would only get bigger as his day progressed. “Do you like it?” Basil asked as a blush crept up into his cheeks. “You look great, Basil,” Jaxsen replied. Basil smiled as his blush deepened.

reject Zachary." Dezra expressed her concern, reminding me of what I would go through if I proceed with my plans. Losing Dezra wasn't an option even though she fought me, she was still an important part of me that I never want to give up on, not for anyone. I didn't respond to my wolf as I walked aimlessly into my momma's garden. The smell of fresh flowers should be able to calm the raging storm in my head. I barely had the time to lay on my back to enjoy the beauty of the sky while I was surrounded by flowers when Basil appeared beside me. I was done looking for someone to understand me so I didn't say a word to him as he also lay on his back, looking at the sky together with me. "Beautifu

After the false alarm of the explosion in the car, Basil showed up fearless out of nowhere. He is wearing a black shoulder holster where his two Double Barrel Pistol inserted in both sides. The FN F2000 he carrying is fully loaded and it's ready to give a shot anytime. While in his belt holster he had three grenade and five magazines to use later. He been waiting for this face off after a long time that Niklaus hid in his shell. After all the years he just now had the guts to show up. Tsk. Wrong timing Niklaus. Basil remained standing in front of the gate while it's slowly opening. As the gate finally opened, he took one of his grenades and throwed it inside.

Steffan, I need a little help. Steffan was too willing to agree. ''Sure. What is it?'' ''I need models for our company. Two males who match the looks of each other but with totally opposite personalities and appeals. Do you think you can help me? Your cousin has modeling agency, right?'' Steffan smiled. '' Hmmm... I could, of course... Let me call him first...'' As Steffan disappeared to call his cousin, Robin focused his eyes on the bottle of lube.

Basille chuckled before slowly turning his head and meeting Ruben’s gaze with a wily smirk. Ruben startled a little, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “You’re looking revitalised?” Basille said with a languid stretch before standing up and taking one arm into his other hand he stretched his shoulders out. “Shall we begin?” Ruben grinned. “Sure…what’s the procedure?” Basille blinked out and disappeared only to reappear in the square of packed earth. Ruben flinched as the whole gazebo full of furniture, food and maidens disappeared around him at the same time.