Sunny X Basil Novels & Stories

I said, grinning. “Your expression says a lot” I widened my eyes innocently. “What expression?” “That one.” He turned back, setting the ingredients on the counter, peppers, onions, pasta, tomatoes, and…. Something suspiciously green and leafy that I didn’t trust at all. “What is that?” I pointed at the leaf thing. “Basil.” “What is basil?” “A herb.” he deadpanned. It obviously did not look like basil. “Are you sure?” His jaw twitched. “Lyra, go sit down somewhere.”

Sunny smiled warmly and carefully picked an apple from a basket behind him, handing it to Liam. "Liam, have an apple!" Liam hesitated as he looked at the apple in front of him, probably the only one in the basket that was still intact. At that moment, Isabela's voice rang out. She wiped her hands and said to Sunny, "Sunny, you chat with Liam for a bit. I'll go make some meat buns for us!" "Liam, come sit over here," Sunny said as he patted the chair, smiling at Liam. Liam took the apple and sat down, looking at Sunny with his mouth slightly open. "Uncle Sunny, it's been years since we last met. How come you—"

"A r e... y o u... g o i n g... t o... m e e t... t h e... A l p h a... K i n g? I... w a n t e d... t o... s e e... h i m... t o o... b u t...." Sunny looked a little sad but Gilbert tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He did not know how she knew about this and this was not something Xavier would have told her. Suddenly the past incidents flashed in his mind and he scanned her from head to toe. "Who are you? How do you know me?" "You do not remember me?" Sunny asked him but then smiled. "I am Sunny. You used to give me candies when you were in the pack but then you left and...."

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.

“Fresh herbs, flowers… something that grows with us.” Jordan chuckled softly. “I like that. Something living, thriving. Just like us.” After breakfast, they headed out to visit a local nursery. Grace carefully selected pots of basil, rosemary, and lavender, while Jordan chose flowering plants that would add color and vibrancy. They laughed as they carried their finds back to the apartment, joking over the awkward balance of crates and bags.

Is something wrong with her? Sunny is confused and hungry, so she decides to take her mobile phone to the restaurant and have breakfast first. Just came out of the room, she comes face to face with Vivi. Is not this the model that Lucien brought yesterday? Sunny smiles politely at Vivi and finds that Vivi has clear dark circles around her eyes. It's seems she didn't sleep well last night. Sunny chuckles secretly. It seems last night Lucien and Vivi had a fierce sex!

I remarked, rubbing my arms for warmth by the hearth. Lilac chuckled. “I do grow my own herbs. And my last birthday gift was a solar crank radio, so… you’re not wrong.” She pulled out two cans—Simple Truth Organic Tomato Basil for me and Lentil Vegetable for herself. “Soup?” “I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for soup,” I admitted. She prepared them with practiced ease, pouring the contents into camping pots over the fire. We sat cross-legged, steam spiraling between us as we enjoyed our soups. The tomato basil was surprisingly hearty, better than many pricey café soups in New York.

Chapter 20: Fresh Basil and freedom Gwen Three weeks after the confrontation with Lorenzo and Camila, I stood in my new kitchen. Not the mansion's sterile professional kitchen with its industrial equipment, but a smaller space I'd claimed as my own, a room with windows that overlooked the garden and let in morning sunlight. I was crushing fresh basil leaves for pesto, the green scent filling the air, bright and alive and hopeful. The basil came from plants I'd grown myself in terra cotta pots, nurturing them from seeds, and there was something healing about creating food from scratch, about controlling at least this one small thing in my chaotic life.

Translator – Yue However, there was no stopping Alicia’s weeping with just those words. While Alicia kept crying, Basil quickly reached inside his pockets and took something out. “I heard that when you are in a bad mood, you’ll feel better if you eat something sweet. Your Majesty, at least have some of this…” He had a piece of candy in his hands. When Alicia looked at the candy with tears still in her eyes, surprised, Basil clumsily attempted to hide his hands. He felt ashamed.