Ratigan X Basil Novels & Stories

Basilio was in a three-piece black suit too and under the sunshine of the warm May day, he looked even more striking. A frisson of recognition ran down my spine as our gazes met. Something amusing and dangerous danced in Basilio’s gaze, tempting me to fall under his dark spell. My heartbeat sped up and I smiled. Though I wasn’t sure why. There was nothing happy about the current situation or talking to a man with the worst reputation in New York. I liked him. I mean, how could you not with that gorgeous, full smile and dark eyes that could consume your soul.

I will show my mate what he’s missing, what he’s lost. I’m feeling warm and tingly in other ways as I pick up my phone off the sink. If Blaze wasn’t such a psycho stalker, he’d be the perfect choice to get back at my mate. I wonder how many she-wolfs Slade claimed to get me out of his head? I hope he will think of another wolf fucking me, making me cum, warming my bed, every time he closes his eyes after I’m done with him. For that task, there’s only one wolf I trust. Basil answers on the fifth ring with a weary resignation in his voice, “Sloane.”

Cedric said sinisterly. “Roger.” Baz headed toward Rita with the bloodied dagger. Who in their right mind would want him to help them up? She scrambled to her feet and said frantically, “I-I don’t need your help! Stay away from me!” Baz stopped and grinned, “There’s no need to be afraid, Ms. Rita!” Rita was more terrified now. She reached out and signaled for Baz to stop coming at her. “Don’t come any closer. Stop!” “Fine. Geez. I won’t.” Baz was still grinning, but the way he said it was just so threateningly casual.

“Two. Strawberry Basil. Pistachio Rose.” Her lips parted, surprise flickering. “You… remember?” His smile was faint, unreadable, but his eyes burned. “Of course. I ordered it for you every time. You don’t remember?” She lowered her gaze, cheeks tinged with embarrassment. “I… I guess I’ve forgotten some things.” They sat by the window, sunlight spilling across the table. The gelato melted slowly, cold sweetness touching her lips. Yet even in this softness, there was an undertone of something darker—because Hastan remembered everything.

They were so smooth and beautiful that she wanted to keep touching them. “If you love my wings, then I think you haven’t seen Alvin’s wings yet,” Basil said and turned back to face her. His wings disappeared as he returned to his human form. “I haven’t met Alvin yet. Only Logan and Damon have talked to me, but I haven’t seen their appearances yet,” Saraya replied. “Basil, you wanted to talk about something?” Anna asked, and Basil nodded. “Let’s go inside, and I’d suggest calling the boys as well,” Basil said, and Harry mind-linked Raf to come to the hall.

It’s the odor of a body that seems to have forgotten how to live but just won’t let go. I stand next to Sera’s bed, my hands clasped in front of me, letting the silence linger. Gracia is near the headboard, gripping the carved wood so tightly his knuckles are white. By the window stands Tristan, with his wife Basilia beside him, gently bouncing Asher on her hip. You can tell she’s Basil’s daughter—there’s a calmness about her, and the way she holds my son is like he’s delicate porcelain. Beth and Rina hang back by the door. Rina’s unusually silent, her hands folded in front of her, her gaze glued to the woman lying in the bed. Beth clutches a satchel of herbs that Greta brought from Silvermo

, the voice behind the door said and Basil got up and opened the door. “ Can I borrow your laundry iron, mine is broken”, he asked. “ Okay”, Basil said and got his laundry iron from his wardrobe. “ Here you go”, he said, handing him the steel colored pressing iron with a plastic handle. “ Thanks man, I'll return it later”, the Ganja guy said and zoomed off immediately. Basil closed the door and went back to his bed, but this time he sat up. “ Okay, um…………. I don't even know what to say because um ……………. You should know, I'm not actually…… you know…….”.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

It snorted amused, making Ruben’s jaw clench at the jibe. “No…but I must go back to free her.” “It matters not at this time.” Basille waved dismissively at Ruben. “It matters a lot! My mark dissipates today he will mark her and make her completely his…he will complete the ritual…” “It matters not…” Basille interrupted. “Time is meaningless in this place…and once I have defeated you I shall go and defeat him before he even gets the chance.” Basille boasted confidently. Ruben looked at Basille with disbelief and hope. “Are you kidding me?”

She had a rare unique beauty, a woman hard to be found, and she exuded a strange charm that could not be explained in words. “I’m Basil, your humble servant. You can call me Basil, my lady. Come, I’ll guide you. Please follow me.” Basil’s voice was modest and soft-spoken. He thought of imprinting a good image to Alicia. He might as well if she’s to become queen. Maybe he could get on her good side… abandon that rotten brat to serve the goddess instead. Yes, he’ll do just that. Basil snickered inwardly as a devilish plan formed in his mind.