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.

"Please don't cry, seeing you that way makes me sad" "I like you so very much Justin, I think you're the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes upon. Your blue eyes and dimples when you smile or laugh are mesmerizing to look at". Basil said coming close to the human that he had him locked to the wall that Justin was transfixed and couldn't move. Basil had his two hands on the wall close to Justin preventing the human escape if he thought about running away.

Layla Ever since that horrible incident, I've been closed off. Basil doesn't like it hell I don't like it. When I came out the bathroom that night some guy reeking of alcohol came onto me, I tried yelling for Basil but he covered my mouth. I felt his grabby hand try to reach under my dress as I struggled underneath him. As soon as Basil came around the corner and took in what was happening he shot the guy in the knee, he shot him in the other knee too. Now I'm sitting in the bedroom and moping. Basil comes into the room a stern look upon his face.

Basilio was in a three-piece black suit too and under the sunshine of the warm May day, he looked even more striking. A frisson of recognition ran down my spine as our gazes met. Something amusing and dangerous danced in Basilio’s gaze, tempting me to fall under his dark spell. My heartbeat sped up and I smiled. Though I wasn’t sure why. There was nothing happy about the current situation or talking to a man with the worst reputation in New York. I liked him. I mean, how could you not with that gorgeous, full smile and dark eyes that could consume your soul.

he coos to me like I'm a baby. " Basil you're acting like a child in a candy store." the deep voice grumbles causing the windows to shake. " I want her. I want her. I want her." The man named Basil whines. " A no is a no, Basil." the deep voice mutters. " I want this thing, please," he says placing his hand on my cage. Why does he keep calling me a thing? " Fine." " Thank you, thank you so much. I love you." Basil jumps on the floor like a child.

“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.

Bethena shouted in her seat with a wide smile. "I lose control because of you babe," Basil started singing while strumming his guitar and Irish quickly faced him. "I lose control when you look at me like this. There's something in your eyes that is saying tonight. I'm not a child anymore; life has opened the door, to a new exciting life." Tug! Dug! Tears fell down in her eyes as Irish heard the song coming from him. She didn't expect that Basil can sing or even strum a guitar. This man has a hidden talent huh, she said in her mind.

aunty Suwayba said but her eyes was still on the movie she was watching. Basma went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She finally ended up with bread and tea. She joined Kalthum on the two sitter. " what's the title of the movie? " " kabhi khushi kabhi gham" Kalthum answered " oh, I've heard about the old movie before. I wonder why people hype alot about the movie " Basma squeezed her face confused. She's never a fan of India films. She prefer to watch Korean dramas.