Omori X Basil Novels & Stories

Alinta only nodded, but still was not able to make eye contact with this villain. "This pleases me so," Bellinor sang, then kissed her cheek and gestured for her to sit on the bed. He picked up the bottle, sprayed some of the liquid into his palm, and rubbed his hands together before beginning to apply it to Alinta. He started with her feet and then continued to massage it up her legs. It smelled heavenly and familiar. Alinta recognised the basil, jasmine and subtle traces of lavender in the oil. She tried to remember where she had smelled this before, but it eluded her.

As she sighed, the weight of her conflicted emotions heavy upon me. "I don't feel anything towards him. I feel more comfortable with Orion." I shook my head, "Your brain needs to be checked." We arrived in the kitchen, where Glamour presented me with the ingredients needed to prepare the Horiatiki salad—a tomato, cucumber, green pepper, red onion, Kalamata olives, green olives, and, of course, feta cheese. There was also a peculiar leaf that caught my attention. "Here you go," she said, then turned to leave without further instructions.

she asked, already defensive. "Nothing." I pushed the cart forward. "Just thinking I'm going to teach you the difference between basil and mint." "I know the difference." "Sure," I said, grabbing a bunch of fresh basil and tossing it into the cart. "And I'm the Pope." She tried not to laugh. Didn't fully succeed. I picked things without overthinking. Ripe tomatoes. Garlic. Lemons. A good piece of fish. Fresh pasta. Real olive oil. Strawberries. Bread, because bread turns a place into a home.

and with that he disappeared. The Caprese salad with balsamic glaze looked like a vibrant painting on my plate. Sliced red tomatoes, ivory mozzarella, and green basil leaves created a colorful mosaic. Each tomato slice glistened with juiciness, and the fresh mozzarella promised a creamy texture. The basil leaves, a lively green, added a fragrant touch. A dark, glossy balsamic glaze drizzled artfully over the arrangement, tying the elements together. The colors played harmoniously, and the entire ensemble seemed like a celebration of freshness. It was a feast for the eyes, and I couldn't wait to savor the burst of flavors.

I can’t understand why he looks at me that way, why the Omega is brisk as he pulls out of me and moves towards the edge of the bed. He’s already hunting for his clothes. I wasn’t expecting an after-sex cuddle or for him to make me breakfast or anything, but his actions seem harsh and out of character for him. He was literally inside me only three seconds ago and now he can’t seem to make it out of my bed fast enough. He jerks up his pants quickly, not bothering to remove the condom, or put on his underwear, and shoves his feet into his boots. I sit up, taking the sheet with me, wrapping it around my bare chest. I can’t figure out what I’ve done to make Basil so upset with me. His back is tu

I remarked, rubbing my arms for warmth by the hearth. Lilac chuckled. “I do grow my own herbs. And my last birthday gift was a solar crank radio, so… you’re not wrong.” She pulled out two cans—Simple Truth Organic Tomato Basil for me and Lentil Vegetable for herself. “Soup?” “I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for soup,” I admitted. She prepared them with practiced ease, pouring the contents into camping pots over the fire. We sat cross-legged, steam spiraling between us as we enjoyed our soups. The tomato basil was surprisingly hearty, better than many pricey café soups in New York.

Laughter and light conversation wove through the air, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of chopping, stirring, and the occasional clatter of utensils. Jade sat on a stool beside me, carefully plucking fresh basil leaves from their stems, his small hands moving with focused determination. He had been given the important task of preparing the herbs—a duty he took very seriously. Every now and then, he’d pause to sniff the leaves before placing them in a neat pile. “Mama, do you think Papa Niko will like a lot of basil or just a little?” he asked, his brow furrowing as if the fate of the entire meal depended on the answer.

Basil had tried to keep his mind focused on the path ahead the next morning, no matter how Nimue’s scent had seemed to take over his senses and make him dizzy with need and desire. She smelled like fresh blooming flowers, fresh earth, and a hint of fresh sweet bread. It was a distracting, comforting, and maddening scent. His wolf growled in contentment and want whenever she grew near, so he took to riding further ahead to try and keep his mind clear.

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.

, I shushed him, feeling embarrassed of the eyes that were now peering at us, but funny enough Basil just wasn't so concerned about it. “ Look, I found it. I found it, I win”, he said excitedly, showing me the expiration date on the pack of cookies. “ Really Baz? It's just a day difference”. “ Yes. And what did we agree on again? That I should find at least one product that was more than one week away from expiring, and here it is. It is one week and a day away from expiring”, he said, giggling and smiling from ear to ear.