Basil By Huma Waqas Novels & Stories

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.

looking at Iqmat climbing the staircase with anger, she kissed and going to the kitchen to check on the maid. ****** Basit was in his father’s bedroom, sitting on the small chair there and watching his father eating when he heard a knocked at the door. He got up and going out to open the door, he told his father that was coming and going out. His father had been feeling fine as he had started the medicine and it was now on Saturday’s afternoon. He got down to the living room and walking to the door, he opened the door and saw a young man standing at the entrance, wearing a delivery man’s uniform and holding a nylon.

Basil I help Layla into the tub filled with warm water. Grabbing a sponge I soak it in water and begin to clean her body. I clean the grime from her, I clean the dirt from her hair until the water is so dirty you can't see through it. Unplugging the drain, two months worth of filth goes down the drain. I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the bed, getting a comb I start to take out the tangles in her hair. Letting the towel fall I observe her back, scars mar her body, some fresh and some are raised not healing properly. Reaching under the bed I retrieve the first aid kit, I cover her wounds in ointment and patch them up with bandages. Getting one of my shirts from my closet I slide it over h

His presence immediately made her feel uneasy, and her smile quickly disappeared. Basit Bruno, dressed in a camel-colored shalwar kameez and a matching shawl draped over his shoulders, exuded an intimidating yet captivating aura. Rahila, surprised by his early return after two weeks, stood up quickly. Basit typically came around every two or three months, but this time he had returned much sooner. As he met Rahila, his eyes lingered on Noor, who immediately lowered her gaze, feeling her hands tremble with nervousness. It was impossible to hide anything from Basit’s sharp eyes. He gave Noor a deep, unsettling look, his lips curling into a slight smile under his mustache.

“Oh, spare me the sermon, Basil. You think you’re any better? You think your hands are clean? We’re all in this muck together—every one of us took their money to be here. The Calis pay us to fix them, not to judge them. You swore an oath, same as me. So unless you’ve forgotten what ‘do no harm’ means, shut your mouth and get back to work.” Basil’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, picking up a photo of Mama with a young Jeremy and sliding it in front of her. “Jeremy,” she croaked again, staring through it. Alexandra sighed, rubbing his temples. The Calis were a curse and a paycheck rolled into one, and he wasn’t sure which weighed more anymore. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

When had killing and chaos and dominance become the less interesting part of my day compared to going back upstairs to find her? I was thinking about the particular way she’d kissed Emiriel’s cheek before we’d left, the casualness of it, the ownership in it, and then the way the rest of us had growled about it because we wanted the same thing and hadn’t gotten it, when I heard the stairs. Basil. His footsteps were wrong even before he came into view, too fast, too urgent, carrying a weight that Basil’s footsteps didn’t usually carry. He came around the corner and I saw his face and something cold moved through my chest.

Her shoulders shook terribly. " I'm sorry for giving you all a scare. I didn't mean to do that " Aunty Suwayba rubbed her back" why have you been starving yourself Basma, why? " She sniffles " I never have time to spare to eat my food " Umm rasheed's ears perked up " What do you mean by that? " Basma sighed " Hajiya Basira never gives me any breathing space. She kept on overloading me with work that sometimes I even forgot that I haven't put anything in my stomach. It then turn to a habit I guess.

By basis she means Basma who was already sitting in the backyard. And that is how she welcomed all of them to her home with open hands and smiles all the while staring at Fayha, Kauthar and Afrah with the side of her eyes as she stare at them with keen eyes while they also stare back like they were afraid of what she is about to do. She didn't even stare at them after that, she is still clearly very angry at them. All they do is gossip not help, how did she even manage this long with them? She never thought they would ditch her when she needed them the most, she really needed their help that morning when everything looks overwhelming but thank God she pulled through.

“I’m truly sorry Sloane. That’s fucked up. But why are you telling me all this exactly?” I hear a vehicle door shut, and the start of an engine. The Omega is a damn hard worker for the pack. He’s headed to their latest construction project. There’s more to Basil than most give him credit for. If he really wanted to, he could move up the ranks and lose his Omega status. Too many mistake his kindness for weakness. He has emotional control unparalleled. But I know in a true fight, Basil could dominate. But he doesn’t choose violence and wants a simple life of peace. If anything, it makes him stronger to go against his nature and hold back.

Liam smiled softly. “Grandma, I made a friend this time, and he’s very powerful. With him around, the Watersons won’t dare to do anything to us.” “A friend?” Everyone was curious. What kind of friend could look down on the Watersons? When Liam looked at the crowd, he smiled arrogantly and said, “He’s a member of Basalt.” “What?” Agatha shuddered. Basalt! Basalt was worshiped in Bactria!