Basil Hallward Novels & Stories

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

After all, she needed a maid since kalthum is no more working for them. Basma groaned as she saw that the time for break was over. She dragged herself out of bed, she walked out of the room holding her still paining head. She got pushed by Hajiya Basira this morning and unfortunately hit her head on the wall. The woman is just so unbearable. Her fellow maids too also came out of their quarters and all stroll to the main house. " Basma" She turned when she heard her name being called.It was habib. She walked towards his car .He closed his car then walks to meet her on the way.

I snapped. "Never heard of it!" she snapped back. Too much for being invisible, Desmond. I couldn't help but blame him. "Then what about ~" I was cut off by the swinging of the door and a gorgeous man in his late 20s emerged from the doorframe. His dim face signaled red. "What's all about this commotion, Camille?" and his voice alarmed hotness. "Sir, Miss Basile from Zaborowski Prime would like to~" "Good morning, Mr. Weasly. Finally, my waiting has come to an end!" I cut off the frowning assistant as I stretched my hand for a handshake.

The beautiful garden was her favorite part of the mansion even though she had only been there twice. Halle was sure she looked strange with her bottle of wine in one hand as she roamed the halls of the manor and made her way to the back garden but she really couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck. Xavier had managed to consume every inch of her thoughts, she somehow felt guilty that she still was not worried about Simon even after hearing he was in a mysterious ‘basement’. Did the manor have a basement? Halle opened the back door and stepped into the garden, inhaling deeply as she walked.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Finally, she took a breath trying to forget those words. Madelyn then looked at the blood on the floor. The fishy smell of blood was so delicious, she was very upset that she could not drink it. She knew she should have drunk it as soon as Winston gave it to her. "What a waste of effort, darling," Madelyn said. Winston stared at the blood spatter and hugged his wife tightly. "No, it wasn't. I'm sorry about Sera's attitude. She's been rude since she was a child."

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“Get to the point. Where is the Harrison daughter now?” Ms. Odessa’s smile widened, slow and deliberate, like she had been waiting for that exact question. “She’s someone you already know,” she said calmly. “Someone you never suspected.” My chest tightened. “And she’s not just anyone,” Ms. Odessa continued. “She’s Freya.” The room seemed to tilt. Malum froze. For the first time since I’d known him, real shock crossed his face—raw, unmasked. I felt it too, a cold wave rushing through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

After a while, the door to Basil's room was opened, Basil showed a smile and said to Violet: - Good morning Violet, bring my breakfast in. - Yes, sir, please. Violet pushed the food cart into Basil's room, she was stunned when she saw his room. Basil's bedroom was so large, that it had to be two or three times the size of her house in Viga village. The inside is decorated very meticulously and luxuriously, but the furniture in the room seems a bit messy like it has just been cleaned up in a hurry.