Basil X Ratigan Mga Nobela at Kwento

This beast was called the Dust Basilisk. The Dusk Basilisk was a creature that was a bit rare. It was difficult to run into one because they mostly lived underground and seldom came up to the surface world. They were so called because their scales were the colour of the earth, and they could easily be missed when they were on the ground. In fact, if it wasn’t for Aiden’s strong eyesight, he would have missed it. However, there was something that confused him.

Basil added. "No, I won't". Alec was blunt with his answer but deep down he would fight anyone who tried to hurt his best friend, Basil. "You and I know that's a fat lie". Basil smiled touching his chest pretending to be hurt by Alec's word. "Let us go home, I have exciting info to fill you in". Basil said. *****

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?'

If only she knew, she would have made rat BBQ for replacement. Rats:ʕ⁠ •⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;ʔ " Just look at her! Hungry again!~" A sissy guy walked in the room with maid uniform as he walked towards Taika waving his leftovers humburger in front of her face.... " Bai... Bailey.... Don't you try me right now or else!?". *Her mood was already sour due to hunger and those ungrateful rats and now this foodie just wanted to worsting her mood*

I groaned in annoyance. "This is Cato and Justus," Basilea said while running her palm over their faces, her sensuous notion alone made me growl and tugged my wrists in disagreement. The little demon let the males strip her naked and she stepped out of her clothes and let the males admire her curves as she walked toward me.

I wish he would notice me…like he notices Melissa. Basil swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, already feeling the pangs of rejection yet to be delivered. Maybe this is why Mom hates me. Maybe this is why she says such mean things to me. She knows. She knows I’m like him. Basil bit down hard on his lower lip; the tears came anyway. With his hand still atop Jaxsen’s, Basil fell asleep, Jaxsen’s face glowing in the moonlight, his last vision before slipping into slumber.

His wolf stared at her raptly and was probably tormenting Basil to no end. She liked his wolf. He was rather level-headed. He felt old. Maybe he was the same wolf spirit as Crystal’s lover, maybe not. She hoped not. “What does that have to do with being your mate?” She twirled a curly lock around her finger and crossed her legs. Basil’s gaze dropped to her legs before jumping back up to her face. “Everything.” “Does it?” She asked leaning towards him, “Or would it be easier if it did?” Basil turned bright red as she slid a hand up his chest, “I assure you… being with a Wiccan is nothing like being with a werewolf in the best of ways.”