Basil Novel By Huma Waqas Novels & Stories

While still walking and smiling, Basil suddenly stepped out a huge lily flower, and on seeing him, I tried to push Cole away, but it seemed as if Cole's feet were glued to the ground: he didn't move an inch. Basil walked up to both of us, his chest heaving up and down in anger, his facial skin squeezed out in fury as he stared at both me and Cole. Cole too seemed to be angry, but his face wasn't contoured as badly as Basil's. Instead, he seemed rather sad, as if he was disappointed. Suddenly, the beautiful sunset that was way up in the sky vanished, making way for a thick dark sky with a crescent moon which seemed to have Hakim's face in it, and his green eyes too.

looking at Iqmat climbing the staircase with anger, she kissed and going to the kitchen to check on the maid. ****** Basit was in his father’s bedroom, sitting on the small chair there and watching his father eating when he heard a knocked at the door. He got up and going out to open the door, he told his father that was coming and going out. His father had been feeling fine as he had started the medicine and it was now on Saturday’s afternoon. He got down to the living room and walking to the door, he opened the door and saw a young man standing at the entrance, wearing a delivery man’s uniform and holding a nylon.

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.

Basil unblinkingly stepped forward and sat down beside Ains. "Hello," Ains dryly greeted. "You're pretty," Basil unceremoniously complemented. Ains smiled sweetly at Basil. "I know." "Just like Momo," Basil continued. "He has your eyes too. But he has long hair that reached up to here." He pointed his hand on his waist. "His hair was bright, unlike like yours. Your hair color's not that pretty, it was ugly," he added. 'What the fuck is wrong with this kid?'

Unlike Lime, Basil was able to stay in a summoned state continuously, with the only restriction that it could only be summoned from floors eleven to twenty. “Our time together might be short,” Zen admitted. “But I’ll be in your care.” “Ss-kek!” Basil hissed with a toothy grin, and Zen waited for the other to log in. He couldn’t wait to introduce his new pet to them.

“Hi, my personal wolfdog! I am sincerely happy for you, and for your Arthur! Although, still a little shocked by everything his father did. The main thing is that everything was resolved for you in the best possible way! Yes, and your sister is good, you won’t say anything, she didn’t go far from mine. By the way, Vasilisa, like your Barbara, apologized to me. I didn’t personally approach, like yours, but wrote a very strange letter, but we’ll talk about this sometime when we meet! If they let me out of here... Basilesk keeps shaking over me, like over a crystal vase, despite all my objections! And you know what? It seems like I'm starting to like it! Especially when he does not go too far.

She had a rare unique beauty, a woman hard to be found, and she exuded a strange charm that could not be explained in words. “I’m Basil, your humble servant. You can call me Basil, my lady. Come, I’ll guide you. Please follow me.” Basil’s voice was modest and soft-spoken. He thought of imprinting a good image to Alicia. He might as well if she’s to become queen. Maybe he could get on her good side… abandon that rotten brat to serve the goddess instead. Yes, he’ll do just that. Basil snickered inwardly as a devilish plan formed in his mind.

“Oh, spare me the sermon, Basil. You think you’re any better? You think your hands are clean? We’re all in this muck together—every one of us took their money to be here. The Calis pay us to fix them, not to judge them. You swore an oath, same as me. So unless you’ve forgotten what ‘do no harm’ means, shut your mouth and get back to work.” Basil’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, picking up a photo of Mama with a young Jeremy and sliding it in front of her. “Jeremy,” she croaked again, staring through it. Alexandra sighed, rubbing his temples. The Calis were a curse and a paycheck rolled into one, and he wasn’t sure which weighed more anymore. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

Basil's POV The fluorescent hum of the Cavendish Sky Tower Residence kitchen seemed unusually loud. I closed out the financial trades-all algorithms and data streams-and finally allowed myself to inhale. The air was thick, heavy with the unmistakable metallic tang of sweat and spent lust. It was the scent of a primal transaction. I stepped through the door, moving to the island made of stainless steel. I sat down, and a few seconds later, Baxon walked in. He looked rumpled, energized, and utterly self-satisfied-just the way I'd known he would.

"Call me Basil. I think I have developed Philia—a deep affection—for you now. And… Please don’t go away." Autumn’s heart nearly melted as their eyes met and the room grew quiet. Then she managed a reply. "Well… Basil, I really do have to get some sleep," she said, smiling. Basil stood up; his chest felt strange. He watched her with a curious look—this time, there was something deeper in his eyes she hadn’t noticed before. "You are… female? A girl? I’ve never seen one before," he said, almost awe-inspired. The question stunned Autumn. Her first instinct was to laugh it off, but the look in Basil’s eyes made her pause. He was serious—maybe even a little lost. So she answered honestly.