Basil Hallward Novels & Stories

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

Vallas ordered then they both went into his quarters and the small room besides his bedroom where they could sit, after settling into the chairs Vallas turned fully to master Rodas who was still rubbing out the stiffness from his muscles as he did not even go to refresh or rest first since he found out instead he started his homewards journey. “His name is Basil.” Rodas started as horror dawned on Vallas's face at the name. “He walks with a limp and his wife is sick. Basil left the army during the war because he was severely injured and that war was the same one that you left afterwards. So you should know him.” “I do know him. He was a very good friend of mine.” Vallas replied absently.

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.

Even though that person did not make the cut for Basalt, he had never given up on himself despite what he went through. Chase stood quietly outside the Wallace Residence without doing anything. Meanwhile, there was a massive panic among the Wallaces. “Bad news, Mrs. Wallace Senior. Someone from Basalt is here!” The Wallaces were in a panic as they ran to report this to Agatha. It was not a secret to the Wallaces that Chase was Collins of Basalt. Agatha was not the only one who knew. All other members of the Wallaces had seen Chase before. That was why they recognized him when Chase appeared at their door.

"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."