Buod Ng Buhay Ni Basilio Novels & Stories

rude." Basil murmured, making an irritated face at me when he finally turned his face towards my stunned one. "Did you just take my side?" Shock could be heard clearly along with my question. "Who else would I support? If he thought you would go with him then he's terribly wrong. I know you to be strong-willed which some might call stubbornness but I see the determination in those eyes of yours each time you tell me your duties and goals." My mouth hung wide open as Basil asserted. It was unbelievable that someone was finally hearing me out and thinking about me. Basil's captivating eyes bore into my face as he waited for my response. "You're amazing!" I gleefully hugged him and I felt his

“I wish a glorious fight…not an ant squashing…I expect your every effort to be exhausted before I finally kill you.” Ruben scowled at Basille’s bragging ego but chuckled. “I respect that…funny I didn’t expect a Demon Lord to have a moral code when it came to duelling.” Basille grinned. “Oh, I don’t usually…but to look at you in this state I feel a little disappointed…so get a drink, food, sleep. I will battle you once you say you are ready.” Basille walked over to the gazebo and collapsed down in a heap of cushions. A maiden immediately poured him a wine into a golden goblet and delivered it to him with a dainty curtsey.

"You looked like you wanted to murder him, but you couldn't. Ah, you're still the same Fratello Mio." I rolled my eyes as I smiled at him "I have amazing self-control, Fratello (brother). I'm not easily swayed by things." Basilio opened his eyes wide and exclaimed. "Oh, Amazing self-control eh!" I ignored him and closed my eyes to rest. Basilio was the closest friend I'd ever had. He was my childhood best friend, and he knew me inside and out, and so did I. We drove back to the company, and I settled some pressing matters I had to attend to before I went home. Shortly after, Basilio came in. "Brother, Mr. Stephano has sent the details of the auction, and ummm they sell some special goods."

******************* Bisi and Scott have been married for two years now, they have not fallen out of love but rather their love has grown beyond just physical needs. Bisi had also lent his voice to the LGBT community in Nigeria, he had used his own story especially how he had overcome the hate and fear to live his life and love whom he wanted to love. His parents had cut off all contact and communication with him and even blamed his aunt for encouraging his life choices. Bisi's Pov

he said tearfully. “For what?” “For being so much trouble.” Sebastian stood and pulled the boy into his chest, the bowl being placed back on the table. “You’re not any trouble at all, Basil.” “Yes, I am,” he lamented. “No, Basil. Sh, sh.” Finally Basil calmed down and pulled away. When he did he wiped his eyes. “Do you want to eat?” Basil looked at the bowl and shook his head. “I don’t think I can eat right now. I’m sorry.”

"Planet Daun—Basil, needs a savior. "What kind of Savior?" "Son, look around. Have you ever heard the cry of an infant, the laughter of a child?" Bastion thought about it long and hard. The last time he remembers hearing those things was when he was a child. "Basil, we can’t reproduce anymore, and we need a new generation to keep us alive. And that new generation is you.”

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.

The man who seems to be in a state of hurt says to Louis, whilst I had to sit in the car a little shellshocked at what was happening and who I believe this man to me. “Vito, I have a question, is your fathers name Basilio by any chance?” I ask looking back down at the phone in my hand, sounding a little confused on the other end, Vito confirms he was. “Well, um, I’m looking at him.” I say opening up my car door and climbing out myself, where the man calling himself Basilio soon turns his attention to me.

He said, he brings her to a chair as she weeps against him. "What does she mean not another?" I whispered to Thalia. "We had another brother and sister, Calliope and Atlas. He was older than me by 5 years, the fourth brother after Perseus and Calliope was Basil's twin sister. Eight years ago they were shot and killed and left for dead. He was only 20 years old and she only 31, their lives had been snuffed out before they had the chance to truly live, to experience marriage or children. It was me who found their bodies out by the water that day. There was so much blood, I tried to stop the bleeding but I was too late." She stares down at her palms, probably recalling the past. "I remembered m