Omori X Basil Novels & Stories

Soon, Giuseppe himself returned, carrying a plate. “This,” he announced proudly, “is Bruschetta al Pomodoro. Toasted bread rubbed with garlic, topped with tomatoes, basil, and olive oil. The tomatoes,” he added with a wink, “make it different from the general bruschetta.” Yasmine lifted a piece and took a bite. The crunch of the bread gave way to the freshness of the topping. The sweet, sun-ripened tomatoes burst on her tongue, softened by the sharp edge of garlic and rounded with the fragrance of basil. The olive oil tied everything together, smooth and fruity.

“Wow. It’s good!” “Eat as much as you want. There’s plenty more.” Basil looked at Alicia happily munching on the fruit. It was as if he was watching his own daughter eating her meal and finding new discoveries. Alicia bit the fruit one after another. She suddenly remembered the Queen Mother loved the nori fruit, too. She often ate it by herself, pouring honey on it overnight to sweeten the taste more. “Basil, pick the best ones and send it to the Queen mother as well.”

[1] [AGATHA NGUYEN] "Okay, according to the welcome basket note from the villa owner, this is local handmade trofie pasta, fresh basil from the garden, and authentic Genovese pesto," I announced, sorting through the fresh ingredients laid out on the marble counter. I had changed into a pair of comfortable linen trousers and an oversized shirt, feeling more grounded than I had in a year. [1] Lexie walked up behind me, completely barefoot, sliding her arms under mine to grab a fresh cherry tomato from the bowl. "And what exactly is the chef's plan for all of this?"

Then, they stepped out from the room and went to the first floor, walking towards the dining table with the complete meals that exuded the savory and delicious smells. By the time they sat next to each other, the Alpha's round orbs were darted to the some dishes he ever ate before, when he went abroad. "I'd like you to try this thai dish," Margie uttered while taking a plate with seasoned beef and the basil leaves being sprinkled on it. "Thai Beef Basil? This is one of my international favorite dish!" Bastian widened his stares and started to take a spoonful of it. Then, he swallowed and tasted the savory pleasures of the combined spices.

The melted cheese stretched into tempting strands, and the scent of fresh basil seemed hypnotic. "What kind is this?" she asked curiously, leaning slightly over the table to look closer. "Margherita," Augusto replied with a satisfied smile. "You’re going to enjoy it. Simple, but delicious." Patrícia smiled, delighted. "I’m already enjoying it with my eyes… and the smell," she said before taking a slice, bringing it to her mouth, and savoring it slowly. "Mmm…" She closed her eyes for a moment, truly immersed in the flavor. It wasn’t just physical hunger—it was almost emotional pleasure.

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.

“You order since you’re paying. I’ll have whatever you decide.” I gave a half-pint smile. “Do you have any allergies? Mushroom? Basil?” He shook his head, and I said, “We’ll have two mushroom risottos. Can you make sure there’s no thyme?” “Are you allergic to thyme?” Adonis questioned. I nodded. “Two spaghetti pomodoro e basilico and a caprese salad with pesto sauce. You’re okay with Pesto sauce, right?” Adonis nodded to the latter. “Any desserts?”

“Lamb chops, beef, skewers, and seafood.” Juliana texted back right away, “Where’s the basil, Alessia? The food’s not authentic without it.” Before I had a chance to respond, Vittoria got there ahead of me. “Juliana, the shops were out of basil by the time we got there. Alessia has been busy the whole morning. She doesn’t have the time to make another trip to the store.” Juliana posted a "look how much I care" sticker in response. Marco teased, “Poor Juliana for doing the heavy lifting. All you have to do is bring your appetite tomorrow.”

When Amara arrived through the back entrance, he turned to her with that slow-burning smile that always made her knees a little less reliable. “You’re early,” he said. “I needed to move.” He nodded as if he understood entirely. “Put on an apron. I want to show you something.” She followed him to the test kitchen, where rows of herbs lined the counter like a miniature garden. He handed her a sprig of rosemary, then a bunch of fresh basil. “What’s this?” she asked. “Tell me what you smell.” She took a deep breath. “Pine. Citrus. Warmth.”

, 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.