Basil X Sunny Novels & Stories

Mountain's feature softened and he was about to say something to Joseph when the girl shouted, "Incoming!" Mountain was fast. Extremely fast for a large person. He came at Joseph like a blur and tackled him to the ground. A jumbled vision of foliage and trees and bushes, before he felt himself slammed against the ground. Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun.

(I'm making kleftiko. "Ohhh, myrízei oraía." (Smells good.) It smells heavenly, it looks like some type of meat cooked with potatoes and vegetables in parchment paper. "To mageirévo gia ta genéthlia tou Basil." (I'm cooking for Basil's birthday.) She says, I can't really make out what she says but one word. Genéthlia? Birthday? It's Basil's birthday today? Oh my god! I didn't get him anything.

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.

A spectacular event of watching the moon give space to the sun was not to be missed. However, around five in the morning, Raya grew conscious of the soft rays of the dawn. She knew better than to burn her skin under the exposed sunlight which will be happening soon. "Eden? I'm going back to the room." The vampire Basilisk said to the half asleep man. "Huh? The sun is up already? Y-yeah. I'm coming with you." He sleepily mumbled. Raya helped the sleepy man get to their room where they cuddled for the entire morning.

I said, grinning. “Your expression says a lot” I widened my eyes innocently. “What expression?” “That one.” He turned back, setting the ingredients on the counter, peppers, onions, pasta, tomatoes, and…. Something suspiciously green and leafy that I didn’t trust at all. “What is that?” I pointed at the leaf thing. “Basil.” “What is basil?” “A herb.” he deadpanned. It obviously did not look like basil. “Are you sure?” His jaw twitched. “Lyra, go sit down somewhere.”

” Amber asked me, sounding like a curious little child as she hunched forward. ”You know the smell of sweat on the guys after practice?” ”Yeah?” Amber's nose was scrunched and she looked disgusted, I wasn't even finished with my description. ”And you also know that smell when kids poop, right?” ”Aha,” ”Mix those two smells together and add damp socks and some basil,” Malia hulked and her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes teared up. ”Basil?” ”Yes, you know how they always place a small piece of basil or another herb on top of pasta dishes at fancy restaurants to make you think it’s even fancier? That’s the effect the basil has in this poison-like mess,” I smiled big, a genuine one this time.

My little piece of Italy is starting to bloom, and the smell is unbelievable, especially this time of year. I head over to the basil to investigate; spider mites. “Hey, Harley, can we talk?” I look up to see Jack coming out from the kitchen. “What’s up Jack?” Jack shoves his hands into his pockets and grins. “We got it. We got approval; we got the space on Hill Street.” “You did?!” Oh my God, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” I give him a little hug. “For us Harley.” “Oh no, I’m not taking any credit, I’m just the money.”

he says casually, “since when do you monitor tableware stability?” “It was going to spill.” “It wasn’t.” “It almost did.” Shawn looks between us. “I feel like I’m missing context.” “You’re not,” Mike says smoothly. I stand abruptly. “Where are you going?” Shawn asks. “You’re not going into the southern woods today.” Mike’s eyes narrow slightly. Shawn frowns. “I wasn’t planning to?” “Good.” I move toward the counter, pouring myself coffee I don’t need. “You’ve been there before,” Shawn continues. “You showed me the trails two summers ago.”

Rain was crouched beside the basil, yanking weeds so well it made me think he’d actually been paying attention during our crash course in vegetable gardening while River was two rows over, crouched low, murmuring words to a zucchini plant. “You’re doing amazing,” he said, dead serious. “Really stellar growth. I’m so proud of you.” I looked at Rain. “Does he do this often?” “Every single day,” Rain muttered without looking up. Their last Velvet Jacks gig got postponed again—some venue double-booked—so now they’ve got all this extra energy and nowhere to put it except my poor basil.” “The plants like encouragement,” River called over. “It’s science.” “It’s not science,” Rain shot back.

reject Zachary." Dezra expressed her concern, reminding me of what I would go through if I proceed with my plans. Losing Dezra wasn't an option even though she fought me, she was still an important part of me that I never want to give up on, not for anyone. I didn't respond to my wolf as I walked aimlessly into my momma's garden. The smell of fresh flowers should be able to calm the raging storm in my head. I barely had the time to lay on my back to enjoy the beauty of the sky while I was surrounded by flowers when Basil appeared beside me. I was done looking for someone to understand me so I didn't say a word to him as he also lay on his back, looking at the sky together with me. "Beautifu