Basil Novel By Huma Waqas Novels & Stories

Seven thirty o'clock in the morning, Basil and Irish were taking their breakfast in the table. Subsequently witnessing how ruthless Basil the pregnant woman, the goose bumps never made her sleep last night. If he doesn't feel conscience, she is the one who felt it for him. He killed two lives and it's unjustifiable. Basil cleared his throat after noticing her silence, "Is there a problem?" he asked. "What is your problem?" she throws the question back to him. "I had a lot of problems, love. I don't want you to be involved," he said mildly.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

It wasn't until later that a detective noticed that they were living life way too happy for people that had just lost their parents, going on vacations and spending the family's fortune, and then decided to reinvestigate the case, only to find out that those normal looking young men, were always molested by their parents, sexually and brutally assaulted by their father, and abused by their mother - everyone just has a story to tell, and I was going to create a platform to allow people to speak up. I checked the time and uurgh, I was going to be late. I quickly checked into the bathroom, almost using my face gel for a shower gel as I hurriedly scrambled around. I put on nice black pants, toge

His presence immediately made her feel uneasy, and her smile quickly disappeared. Basit Bruno, dressed in a camel-colored shalwar kameez and a matching shawl draped over his shoulders, exuded an intimidating yet captivating aura. Rahila, surprised by his early return after two weeks, stood up quickly. Basit typically came around every two or three months, but this time he had returned much sooner. As he met Rahila, his eyes lingered on Noor, who immediately lowered her gaze, feeling her hands tremble with nervousness. It was impossible to hide anything from Basit’s sharp eyes. He gave Noor a deep, unsettling look, his lips curling into a slight smile under his mustache.