Sino Si Basilio Novels & Stories

Can't I just casually call him my love with no strings attached? Actually, a couple or more strings were attached, but what does it matter? " Oh, I meant um....................... I meant my Lord, not my love", I said with an awkward smile but the old lad was still staring at me in confusion, " seems like you don't know the meaning of your name again. In ancient Greek, the name Basil means royal, and in respect to that I called you my Lord", I said, trying my best to sound as educative as possible, but the expression on his face was still not something that I wanted, " come on Baz, you have a poor sense of humor", I said, tapping him on the chest and laughing hysterically.

Link asked me. “Basil is the investigator of the family and he’s very feared in our circles even though he doesn’t have the stomach to be ruthless like Ryder here, he can kill and he does it very well, but other than that he’s as meek as a little lamb,” Elio said and I smiled.

"What about siblings?" "None." "Other relatives?" "None." Ains was bewildered. "How are you still alive?" He heard another cough but paid it no mind. Basil lightly tilted his head, appearing confused at Ains question. "I hunt," he replied after a long pause. "Ha? You?" Ains glanced at the child's small but healthy-looking body. His skin was soft and tender just from the look of it. "Yes," Basil confirmed. He moved an inch closer to Ains. "Are you here to save the village?" he added.

"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."

Jaxsen smiled in return and nodded. “What’s your name?” “Basil. I hate it.” Basil frowned in disdain. Jaxsen grinned. “I like it. It means ‘royal and kingly’. It’s a Greek name. St. Basil was the Great Bishop of Caesarea in the latter half of the fourth century.” Basil smiled. “Wow. I didn’t know that. That’s pretty cool.”

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.

"They loved gossiping in life, and so in death, that habit never changes. Now, are you ready to see another very important memory?" "Sure, but I do have another question." she said. "About Basil..." "Ah yes, the rather pessimistic brother of Emile." he said with a wry chuckle. "Basil is... faithful to Michael to a fault. Perhaps... you should see what I mean."

My breathing hitches as the words leave his lips. " That's not fair. I saw her first." Basil whines. " As if I care." He grumbles under his breath. " I am not giving her to you," Basil grumbles. " Basil." " No." " Basil." " No." " Bas-" " No." " Ba-" " No. No. No." Basil yells huffing loudly. " She's my mate." The room falls silent, Basil isn't whining anymore and Mr. Grey eyes isn't growling about anything.

Sabina look annoyed beside Muriel. "....well...well...now I know why you've been keeping him hidden. He's a fine one, strong...muscular...mmhhh...I can sense his strength, you're no warrior, I sense far higher power...ohh...I would be fulfilled for days after having you in me." The so called Basilea shamelessly looked at me, her eyes were feasting on my naked body and somehow I feel a certain kind of pleasure surging throughout my body. Her fingers hover above my chest like she was taking me in, feeling me without even touching me.

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.