Basil Mouse Novels & Stories

Basil A month has passed since I've rescued Layla. She is slowly getting better. The first week was rough, she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. The only thing that calmed her down was when I caressed her belly and hummed a nursery rhyme that mamá used to sing to me when I was little. The second week I started noticing changes, she would move here and there instead of staying still like she used to. One time I caught her rubbing her stomach with a small smile on her face. She still hasn't spoken yet.

– Basil's voice gently reassured Violet. - But the master just said that he will punish... - Violet asked again, but before she could finish her sentence, Basil cut off. - No, I'm just kidding. The punishment? Oh, no no no, bell peppers are good for health. Ha... ha... ha... – Basil quickly explained and put a piece of bell pepper in his mouth, his face clearly showed discomfort when chewing bell peppers but still tried to eat and smiled wryly in front of him Violet.

Raimon asked. “They reproduce by parthenogenesis when they see that conditions are right for creating a population to support them,” Bloom explained. “Support them? Are basilisks female?” Rafael asked, his eyes wide. “They are asexual, but they adopt the female sex once they become pregnant,” Bloom said. "That's why they are so dangerous. In addition to seeking out places on the ground that are comfortable, cool, and serve as dens, they have the most deadly venom of all. However, that is not the most dangerous thing about basilisks; it is the fact that they can easily devour anyone. They don't distinguish between anything or anyone. Their strength and speed are unheard of, which is why they

All she remembers is the rainy night she knocked on Brent's door with Elisa in her arms, and how Brent struck her as shadowy and brooding. Even though Hermosa could see the softer, kinder side of him, and he did become more and more cheerful and gentle, it was hard for Hermosa to imagine that the young Brent was so sensitive and vulnerable. How sensitive and delicate a person would have to be to shed tears over a few mice that were supposed to be experiments? She recalled her trips to the basement with Monsieur, when he had told her himself that one of his favourite things to do was to dissect white mice and rabbits.