Si Basilio Novels & Stories

He reminded me of his original questions, which he obviously expected a reply to. "Who are you?" Was my very intelligent reply. " I asked you first." "Well, I asked you now," Our childish bickering seemed to annoy him as he let out a soft snarl. Even at the low volume it still held immense power. "I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?"

Her name tag reads Beatrice. Beatrice smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not like we’ll have to bother with this nonsense. Our priority is Alpha Elijah, not some crying pup to babysit.” A ripple of agreement passes through the room, and another woman, tagged as Dahlia, a petite woman with icy blue eyes, chimes in with a smug smirk. “Besides, isn’t it ironic? Luna Serena, the great example, chose herself over her son, didn’t she? That’s the story we’ve all heard. Practice what you preach.”

she replied. “ Get ready to have your mind blown away.” he added, smirking. ~~~~~~~ Aly sat on her couch with her eyes glued to the TV. Was she seeing and hearing right? Bazyli, a multi tycoon in Greece?! How? When? The Bazyli she knew was a bartender, not what she was seeing and hearing.

I think he’s the only one who doesn’t envy me every time I accomplish a mission. “Yes. A new mission, I think,” he answered me with a shrug then we walked together to the Right BAS office. The Right BAS and Left BAS are the two people who are close to the head of the BAS except of course the officers of the BAS. The Left BAS receives the work from the client while the Right BAS chooses which assassin will do what the client is working on. When we got to the front door of Godfather Eddie’s office, who is the Right BAS, I knocked three times.

Sadly I'll be the one who will be beaten instead. I sat down on the bench ready to hear his call. He came in a few minutes later. " he is waiting in the ring, " Pablo said and I nodded. I got up and followed him out of the room to the ring. I met a very huge man waiting in the ring. He flashes his yellow teeth at me. I swallowed not ready to be sat on by this fat ass man. He is nothing difficult for me to deal with.

"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."

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

Unlike Lime, Basil was able to stay in a summoned state continuously, with the only restriction that it could only be summoned from floors eleven to twenty. “Our time together might be short,” Zen admitted. “But I’ll be in your care.” “Ss-kek!” Basil hissed with a toothy grin, and Zen waited for the other to log in. He couldn’t wait to introduce his new pet to them.

Liam smiled softly. “Grandma, I made a friend this time, and he’s very powerful. With him around, the Watersons won’t dare to do anything to us.” “A friend?” Everyone was curious. What kind of friend could look down on the Watersons? When Liam looked at the crowd, he smiled arrogantly and said, “He’s a member of Basalt.” “What?” Agatha shuddered. Basalt! Basalt was worshiped in Bactria!

The man jumped as he approached and bowed stiffly. “Yo-Your Highness! Forgive me, I didn’t know you would be out here at this time of night, I’ll—“ “Did you see a woman come by here?” “A woman?” He asked and shook his head, “There was no one, Your Highness.” Basil sighed, running a hand through his hair. He’d been dreaming while awake. Was that normal? “What are you doing?” “T-Tending the graves, Your Highness… this one could use a bit more dirt on it.”