Basil Novels & Stories

"Húng quế! Tại sao bạn ở đây? Tôi nghĩ bạn nên ra nước ngoài để tiếp quản công ty của gia đình. Tại sao bạn lại đồng ý làm việc ở một công ty nhỏ như công ty F&A? Basil vừa ôm Celine vừa cười, một nụ cười đẹp nhưng ẩn chứa sự nguy hiểm đáng sợ. Anh cúi xuống hôn nhẹ lên môi Celine. Giọng nói của Basil có vẻ khá giận dữ nhưng anh vẫn rất dịu dàng khi nói chuyện với Celine.

The dishes on the table looked delicious, but she could not help but smell the faint fragrance of basil lingering in the air. “Basil,” she asked, and the chef nodded with pleasure. Emily felt like a joke. Of course, they knew she had been with Mark long enough for everyone to be aware she was deadly allergic to basil.“ Sorry Luna, but I am allergic,” Emilia said, standing up and walking off to the balcony, not waiting for a reply. The night was calm, but soon her quiet moment was interrupted by a non-welcome guest.

Ava The afternoon sun hung high in the sky as I made my way to the mansion’s communal bath house, eager to relax after the tense morning. Crescent Moon was known for their rich bath salts, made from the plants and herbs grown in their forests, and I was looking forward to trying it for myself. As I stepped inside, the steam and scent of herbal salts filled the air, a heady mixture of lavender, rosemary, and something earthy I couldn’t quite place—basil, maybe? Either way, it instantly relaxed my tired muscles.

The professor announced them, Mia, as usual, yawned and tried to focus on what he said. The door slammed, Mia couldn't open her eyes correctly as she saw the blurry figure of a man, he came up to the podium and cleared his throat. She still couldn't see the suspicious guy, Noah looked at him with shock, he turned over to Mia who narrowed her eyes. "My name is Blaze Vasilis." He presented himself. She closed her eyes and repeated his name, numerous time. Blaze Vasilis. Blaze Vasilis. "Blaze Vasilis!" She thoughts and jumped off her chair, making her fall back.

Alta makes everything harder, like a time bomb, and everything explodes at any moment. When he did with Reina, Alta replied Green's message, stating that he had arrived. Not forgetting to say thank you for what that woman gave. Green texted Alta back a few minutes later, the reply made Alta smile, Green could always make him blossom.

Basil is an old fae man, who is in his early 60s. He is wise and knows every possible fae detail that it is to know. He is not rich and he never stepped foot inside the palace ever. But when he was told by the palace guards that the Winter king requested his presence, he was ecstatic. His clothes are not fancy like Koni's, but his eyes hold wisdom and kindness. He has laugh lines on the corners of his eyes and mouth.

The cleaning lady saw you sneaking out of my station and told me about it. Her gaze turned shifty and panicked. She instinctively stepped back, arms tightening protectively over her belly. "That's utter nonsense! You copied my method, and now you're turning it around to smear me!" "Smear you?" I signaled a server to bring the plate over. "The basil is supposed to be marinated in olive oil for three hours. The tomatoes must be from San Zanoro, peeled and seeded, then sauteed in butter until almost molten.

She had the certain look that said she was constantly considering, calculating—never impatient. "Let me think... chorizo, garlic, onion..." The man trailed off as his eyes held hers. It was in that moment that he noticed just how large the girl's brown eyes were. They were large and feline, the colour of the brown stood gentle and softening. He loved the aspects—the same aspects that made her eyes so bravely unique. "-olive, lard—for the pastry—eggs, flour, coriander, chicken stock..." He paused once more for yet another spell of thought as the girl pinched her lips together, his gaze drawn to the action. "-sun-dried tomatoes, paprika, cumin, chicken... I think that's it," His listing were o

I told him when I noticed him standing over me. "I would have loved to joined but…" he started. "I have no idea what moly or holy basil looks like, talk about Mandrake, I've only heard that in a h***y p****r movie and night blooming nightshade, that to me is one of those plants you guys talk about that just never existed." He finished.

Can't I just casually call him my love with no strings attached? Actually, a couple or more strings were attached, but what does it matter? " Oh, I meant um....................... I meant my Lord, not my love", I said with an awkward smile but the old lad was still staring at me in confusion, " seems like you don't know the meaning of your name again. In ancient Greek, the name Basil means royal, and in respect to that I called you my Lord", I said, trying my best to sound as educative as possible, but the expression on his face was still not something that I wanted, " come on Baz, you have a poor sense of humor", I said, tapping him on the chest and laughing