Buod Ng Buhay Ni Basilio Novels & Stories

She slid into the bed next to me and made herself comfortable as she put her head down on my chest and her arm went around my waist. “Did your meeting with Basil not go well?” she asked me. “Basil is my friend actually, the meeting just opened my eyes I guess,” I said. “How so?” she asked. “Basil is Felix’s older brother and this whole time he’s been busy with his own investigation into that night that Felix died,” I said. “It’s bigger than I thought it was and I’ve already told Basil that I’ll have his back when he wants to go after these people,” I continued.

"They loved gossiping in life, and so in death, that habit never changes. Now, are you ready to see another very important memory?" "Sure, but I do have another question." she said. "About Basil..." "Ah yes, the rather pessimistic brother of Emile." he said with a wry chuckle. "Basil is... faithful to Michael to a fault. Perhaps... you should see what I mean."

"When was that?" "Today. This morning." "Get out of my sight, Bisila," Bradley said, standing up with a grunt. "You've lost it already." "Get out, you piece of—" he started, but Bisila was already darting out of the room, sprinting through the yard and garden, out the small gate as Bradley hobbled after her. "I don’t ever want to see you again on my farm, you little rascal!" he hollered. "Sorry, Mr. Bradley! I’ll ask for permission next time!" she yelled back, laughing as she ran.

Butler Bass kept on sending them flying towards the ten gods, at the end, they will stop before them, and the rocks will tremble before dropping to the ground. The two of them were exhausted, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, Don Santiago smiled wearily “Bass, I am grateful for your help, you can't die with me, return to Vanessa, and tell her that am grateful, thanks Bass,” he told Bass. Butler Bass shook his head, “I want to taste the strength of the ten gods, it will be an honour to die in their hands” he replied. The wind blew around him, and his hairs fluttered with the wind, he rose in midair, looking like the wind god.

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 hysterically.

Kasama nila ang pangako sa dambana, sa harapan ng Diyos, na ang pag-iisang katawan nila ay dapat may basbas Nito. Si Tala naman ang nagsambit ng salita sa lumang wika. “Bilang asawa mo, ito ang pangako sa ating ni Bathala. Ang tayong dalawa ay pag-isahin. Pinapangako ko na ako ang magbibigay buhay sa punlang manggagaling sa iyo. Walang ibang binhing maaaring pumasok sa aking sinapupunan simula sa araw na ito habang tayo ay nabubuhay. Dangal mo ay aalagaan ko at hindi ko dudungisan kailanman ang iyong pangalan. Sumpa ko ito sa harap ni Bathala, mahal kong Limuel.”

"W‍ho asked you to drop it the​re?⁠" Rossi w​as⁠ trembling no‍w. He looke‍d at Lorenzo,​ then at the l⁠ed‍ger, t​hen at me. "It was... it w‍as the Basil‍e b​oy," Rossi wh‍ispered. "Marco Ba‌sile." Lorenzo‍ wen‍t​ st‌ill. "Basile," L‌orenzo r‌epeated.⁠ "My c​ousin's son."

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 hysterically.

“I will go. After the twins are born, and after I am recovered. I will try to heal his wife.” Basil bowed his head. “Thank you. You cannot know the weight this lifts.” “Don’t thank me yet,” I said. “I don’t know her illness. I don’t know if my gift can heal it. But I will try.” “That,” Basil said thickly, “is all he has asked for.” *** The memory surfaced—the first time Basil had stood before us in the war camp. He had stood apart from the other Ironhold warriors, his face etched with fatigue. Damian, Maya, and I had met him at the edge of the camp.

Basilia said in a cold demeanor. "Mother!" Xavier choked out. "What an unexpected surprise! Aren't you supposed to be dead?" He glanced back at Basilia, startled. Did he also attempt to get rid of her? Basilia's expression darkened, and her eyes conveyed a look of disappointment. She moved closer to me while ignoring Xavier, as if he were not even there. With a smile on her face, Basilia knelt down and gently cupped my cheek. "It's not your time, Emily," she whispered. Her eyes are soft and warm. "Never forget that you are loved and desired."