Basil Hallward Novels & Stories

"Why should I tell you?" "So I made a private appointment with that giant. How much money did he give you? He must be very good to you to make such a sacrifice, right? How can you stay in a shabby house and still keep your skin white and your figure so well proportioned?" Basil Henry groped around on Benedict James. "I go to work. Release. Why are you my wife so much?" "My husband." Basil Henry replied. “I got goosebumps when I heard you call. Disgusting!"

was all he said as he turned back to the piano, sinking into his thoughts. "And not just any young ladies, Antonio," Queen Camilla chimed in, her voice like silk. "You've garnered the attention of Count Gaius's daughter. The esteemed Count's family, as you know, is joining us for dinner tonight." At the mention of Count Gaius's daughter, Antonio felt a peculiar knot twist in his gut. He knew her only from whispers and fleeting glances. A vision of her flooded his mind – dainty and fair, almost angelic. Her name was Basia, an unusual beauty with hair the color of the midnight sky and eyes that were as blue as the deepest part of the ocean. She carried herself with a grace and poise that spoke

I walked down the hallway to Basil’s suite, stopping right outside the closed, mahogany door. “She signed a full contract, Basil?” My voice was low, but my question wasn't soft. The door creaked open an inch, and Basil's eye appeared in the gap, chilly and inscrutable as always. He was fully dressed, but his hair was faintly rumpled, and there was a faint, almost invisible flush high on his cheekbones. “Yes. She’s highly qualified. She’s already unpacked and ready to start with Tifania tonight.” He didn’t elaborate, didn’t invite me in, and the look in his eyes warned me against asking more. “Any issues?”

Walking in the stairway with the only one bulb in the ceiling, Basil is shooting every man he met in his way. The direction he is taking leading him at the back of the Underground. It was dim and cold as he arrived outside but he sees clearly Niklaus holding the girl in his side. There are two post in their both sides that giving bright for them to see each other. As Basil stepped outside in the Bermuda grass, he shot the three men in his right and two in his left. He never dared to takeoff his eyes in Niklaus and to the woman he thought Irish.

“Just tired. Thank you again.” She escaped Eden’s presence as quickly as she could and closed the door behind her, thankful that Sarah had chosen to spend more time with Sam. Her head pounded making her vision a bit blurry. It could have been that she had too much alcohol, so she decided to get into bed to try and sleep it off. *“Don't call her luna!” Basil snarled as the darkness cleared to the area outside the dancing hall. “She doesn't deserve that title! Seize her!”*

The Knightsbridge Hunt By 11:00 PM, the barge had docked. We emerged from the fog like two wraiths, our faces obscured by the shadows of our hoods. London was quiet, but the air was thick with the low-frequency hum I had come to recognize—the heartbeat of the "awakened." "She’s in Knightsbridge," I whispered, checking the data-spike on my wrist. "A private residence. It’s not on any map, but the power consumption is off the charts. She’s running a Tier-4 server farm under a Victorian townhouse."

I felt his stare on my bare back all the way down the hall. Alexander’s stupid face stayed in my head even as I wandered his ridiculously lafrge house. There was an art room, a private gym that looked like it belonged in a magazine and even an indoor swimming pool. I wandered, apple core clenched in my fist, pulse still jackhammering from the kitchen. His office door was at the end of the west wing. It was closed with a sleek silver keypad beside the handle. A sign in tiny engraved letters read; “Private. No entry.” But who was I to let a little “no entry” sign stop me.

[Ken: You don’t say -_-] I let out a soft chuckle. I took a deep breath, enjoying the calm and silence, the chatters in the Hall acting as white noise. It was when I decided to go back in when my heartbeat notched up. My ears picked up footsteps and the moment I looked in the direction, my eyes locked with icy blues. Clyde Basilisk had finally arrived at the West Hall.

A laced curtain on a warship… even the ship, Ataraxia, she rode to Coulson wasn’t as cute as this. “…..You’ve put a lot of thought into this room.” Basil grinned cheekily at her words. “Right? You like it, don’t you? If you find it to your liking, please tell the king. Please?” He asked desperately that Alicia ended up nodding. With that, Basil straightened his back and smiled proudly in victory. Then he looked around. “But where are your servants? I haven’t seen them yet.” “There is none.” “Pardon?” Basil opened his mouth in surprise.

No one except Ciara could make Basil so happy before, perhaps Helen was the first. “Basil, what are you going to do?” Samson above asked. “Wait and see, I don’t believe she won’t contact me. You just mind your own business, if those guys don’t do well you understand what will happen?” Basil looked forward and said. “I got it.” Samson nodded and continued driving. Basil looked outside, Helen’s figure was getting farther and farther away, he still felt her signature scent, it was a body scent, not a perfume, very few girls have that scent. .