Basil Novels & Stories

Link asked me. “Basil is the investigator of the family and he’s very feared in our circles even though he doesn’t have the stomach to be ruthless like Ryder here, he can kill and he does it very well, but other than that he’s as meek as a little lamb,” Elio said and I smiled.

Laughter and light conversation wove through the air, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of chopping, stirring, and the occasional clatter of utensils. Jade sat on a stool beside me, carefully plucking fresh basil leaves from their stems, his small hands moving with focused determination. He had been given the important task of preparing the herbs—a duty he took very seriously. Every now and then, he’d pause to sniff the leaves before placing them in a neat pile. “Mama, do you think Papa Niko will like a lot of basil or just a little?” he asked, his brow furrowing as if the fate of the entire meal depended on the answe

Sebastian's hand hesitated on the doorknob, wondering if he should open it. The basement was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the world and immerse himself in his research. Last night, he had worked late, studying the properties of the newly discovered herbs: "Eryndor's Root" (a potential cure for chronic inflammation), "Luminaria" (a glowing plant with antibacterial properties), and "Velori's Leaf" (a natural pain reliever). Sebastian's mind still reeled from the excitement of his findings. He had made significant breakthroughs, and his thesis was shaping up to be groundbreaking.

Laya immediately pulled it out of his pants and threw it to her. “You’re lucky I was busy with her when you sneaked up on me,” the man spat, making Laya chuckle. “Trust me, you should thank me because I’m sure I just saved your life.” Magnolia examined the book’s cover, ‘The Founding Families’. She ran her hand over the embossed title. She was certain she had seen it before, probably even read it. She opened it and riffled through the pages when her eyes fell on bold text, Gottanlich, it said on top of one of the pages.

she asked, already defensive. "Nothing." I pushed the cart forward. "Just thinking I'm going to teach you the difference between basil and mint." "I know the difference." "Sure," I said, grabbing a bunch of fresh basil and tossing it into the cart. "And I'm the Pope." She tried not to laugh. Didn't fully succeed. I picked things without overthinking. Ripe tomatoes. Garlic. Lemons. A good piece of fish. Fresh pasta. Real olive oil. Strawberries. Bread, because bread turns a place into a home.

said Cia. Zeno stroked the cheeks of the two babies, he left after landing sweet kisses on Cia's cheeks. If there was a way for his soul and the original Zeno's soul to be transferred, he would try that way. The effect of basil leaves is not permanent. Once a week he has to swallow the concoction. If the basil effect is complete, the most visible changes are in the iris. In the bathroom, he took off all his clothes. The man looked at his reflection, really similar, and there was not the slightest reproach. Moreover, the original Zeno's, according to him, did not disappoint. He will make good use of the time he has.

Robert squeaks at her little gestures while Tristy disappears behind the huge kitchen. “lunch for Robert,” she tells the chef, who sighs in frustration. The young man's lunch has never been easy and it was not going to start today. “What does he want today?” he asked, staring at the menu. tristy picks the menu for the day glancing through. Robert has always been a fan of basil fried rice. “I think basil fried rice with shrimp would do” she stated, still staring down at the paper in hand. “No…. garlic, pepper, ketchup, and” “beef stock” the entire kitchen chorused. it was usual and they all knew it by heart.

"Why don't you try to have bite in your food? Don't worry I didn't putted poison on it. Hahaha." Basil grimaced as he starts touching his foods using the spoon and fork. Their dinner was a vegetable salad and pork chop. There's no rice because Celestina hate it because it makes her gain weight. While they are eating Celestina keep on glimpsing at Basil to check if the medicine they putted is already working. "Um... Baby do you feel something strange?" Celestina asked in a sexiest tone. Basil stopped eating, staring at her confused. "What do you mean?"

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.

"To the auntie next door. She said she's going to ask for some bazel?" "Basil." "Ah yes, that. What is basil, Darrion?" Galum seemed curious. Darrion entered the kitchen and put the groceries on the counter. "It's a herb. Aeronvein used it a lot for spices, especially soups. My mom used it for her pudding." Galum blinked a few times. He tilted his head, "Didn't she made some puddings already yesterday?" "She only made two for Jai yesterday because there's no time. But I guess our basil's already out too..." Darrion said. He just checked the seasoning cup where her mother usually put chopped

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