Si Basilio Sa Ateneo Novels & Stories

Renee stared at Adrian, realizing that he had already thought through what he was going to say. She hadn’t expected him to be so prepared. This was truly surprising. At this moment, Renee could only feel astonishment. Adrian was indeed more meticulous and careful than anyone else, ensuring that he could handle any unexpected situations better. Basil’s pupils glinted with a cold light, seemingly dissatisfied with Adrian’s words. With a cold expression, he said, "What identity do you plan to use when you go on this mission, Sir Adrian?"

Luciana apologized before following at them. As they reached in their room where her twelve Bodyguards are resting, Celestina started to throw everything she saw in the wall. "Ahh! Damn you! Damn you!" She burst out and throwed the vase. "What happened? Why did you come back here?" Bogart asked watching Celestina bursting out. "She found out Basil was already married and they even had a child," Luciana answered, "He never has a plan to marry her. Basil just used kyria mou. (my lady.)"

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”

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.

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.

"W‍ho asked you to drop it the​re?⁠" Rossi w​as⁠ trembling no‍w. He looke‍d at Lorenzo,​ then at the l⁠ed‍ger, t​hen at me. "It was... it w‍as the Basil‍e b​oy," Rossi wh‍ispered. "Marco Ba‌sile." Lorenzo‍ wen‍t​ st‌ill. "Basile," L‌orenzo r‌epeated.⁠ "My c​ousin's son."

"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."

A babbling Eleni sits on my lap drooling on her fist. "How are my girls?" Basil asked, his chest gleaming with sweat. "We're all ok." I said, he takes Eleni from me and talks to her in baby talk while she gurgles back. "Mamá I want brother." Atlas asked. "Don't worry little man you'll get one soon." Basil wiggles his brows at me, don't get me wrong I want more kids at least six but I want to wait till Eleni is at least one.

was all he said as he turned back to the piano, sinking into his thoughts. "And not just any young ladies, Antonio," Queen Camilla chimed in, her voice like silk. "You've garnered the attention of Count Gaius's daughter. The esteemed Count's family, as you know, is joining us for dinner tonight." At the mention of Count Gaius's daughter, Antonio felt a peculiar knot twist in his gut. He knew her only from whispers and fleeting glances. A vision of her flooded his mind – dainty and fair, almost angelic. Her name was Basia, an unusual beauty with hair the color of the midnight sky and eyes that were as blue as the deepest part of the ocean. She carried herself with a grace and poise that spoke

“Ma’am, Sir! Don’t kick me out. I still hoping to graduate here. I don't want to let my aunt and mother down. I don’t mind if you suspend me for a week or a month, as long as you don’t expel me.” His companions exchanged glances until Mr. Cristobal continued. “I’m sorry, Mr. Basilio but we will investigate it first. And when we prove that you’re really guilty. You know what will happen. If not, I’ll give you another chance to take your exam. But we will give you a different set of questionnaires and take it right in front of me. Are we clear, Mr. Basilio?" He smiled. “It’s fine with me, Sir! I promise that I will not let you down.”