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

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."

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.

The screen flickered to life, and recognition hit me like a fist to the gut. NEVA was an industry under Basil Stockton. Darren's grandfather. Darren—the illegitimate son of Basil's own son, the one they'd dragged out of obscurity at the International Werewolf Association's gathering last month. The old man had clapped Darren on the back, proud as anything, while the rest of us watched. Now Darren's company was in trouble, and Basil was rolling up his sleeves to fix it.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

“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.

HAERA "Wakey wakey....Rise and shine Princess Nam-" His annoying voice reached my ears before he opened the door to my chambers. He was yet to learn. Besides, I had sensed Basil before he spoke out to wake me up even though I was always up before anyone else in the pack. I was reading one of the books Momma gifted me days ago when Basil barged into my chambers without knocking. He probably thought his voice was enough to announce his presence. "Isn't it a crime for an unmated male to barge into an unmated princess's chambers?" I asked without taking my eyes off the book I was reading despite its boring content. I would have slept off while reading it if I wasn't sitting on one of my hardest

he said as he glanced at Joe again. “Leave his body as is, the news reports of his torture and death will get to the right people, a message of sorts,” I said and Basil nodded. “I’ll have someone clean up the site and get rid of the tools, but we won’t touch his body,” he said. “I need to get home,” I said to him as I stood up again. “Are you okay?” Basil asked me suddenly. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me, see if your people can find out anything about this Hall guy, I’ll have someone look into him too, I’ll call you in two days when my team’s in place and we’ll talk about a plan,” I said to him.