Sunny X Basil Novels & Stories

“Allergic to basil? I waved over a waiter and asked them to bring her something else. “Grilled fish, perhaps?” I suggested. “Perfect,” she replied with a smile. While we waited, I leaned in a little. “So you are allergic to basil huh. Anything else I should know?” She smirked. “I don’t like peaches, it's not the taste though. it’s the texture.” “Noted, I will add it to the list,” I said, miming writing something in the air.

To move. Dawn reaches for fresh basil and oregano, tossing them into our basket without looking. “We are doing sea bass,” she says, like a challenge. “Lemon zest, garlic, and maybe a drizzle of honey.” Jenna smirks, already grabbing a few blocks of cheese and chilled packets of serrano. “Get cooking wine. And maybe that Spanish wine you liked last time.”

Sabrina's POV The kitchen in Dominic's mansion was twice times larger than my apartment. I stood at the massive marble island. A heavy cast-iron pot sat on the stove. The scent of roasted garlic, fresh thyme, and seared beef filled the air. I crushed a handful of fresh basil leaves. The green scent mixed with the rich meat. I dropped the leaves into the thick red sauce. The tomatoes came direct from my parents' farm. I spent all of last year perfecting this hybrid crop. The skin was thin. The flesh held a perfect balance of acid and sugar.

, Basil greeted me as soon as he spotted me riding down the stairs with my bag and laptop like some barbaric king on a quest, just that a sword and a braid on the head was missing. " Good morning dear. We leave now please", I headed straight for the door. " Wait, now?" " Yes Basil, right now". " Aren't you going to have breakfast or something?" " No, there's no time for that, I'm already late", I said, opening the door and getting hit by the sun rays which was kind of too hot that I had to wonder if the IVB rays missed their way to Africa and found themselves in South America - well, maybe it was because I was almost sweating from running too much.

Sunny folded her arms over her chest as if she could smell the purpose of these two small men greeting them. "Wow, the bikini is stunning, and you look— fantastic!" Azka nervously complimented Ashley and Sunny's curves, which could be described as rather appealing. "Stop making small talk, what's wrong?" Said Sunny was a little curt. They weren't that close and made them exchange small compliments.

I say as I prune a jalapeño plant. “I get that. I can’t imagine how stressful it is there. Brickland has been running extra patrol shifts the last week. I hardly see him. I’m glad you’re here today. It will be nice to have a friend to chat with,” she says as she starts trimming down the basil plants. They have doubled in size in just the couple of weeks since I’ve last seen them. “Aren’t you friends with everyone in the pack?” I ask, wondering if she was just feeding me a compliment.

No one except Ciara could make Basil so happy before, perhaps Helen was the first. “Basil, what are you going to do?” Samson above asked. “Wait and see, I don’t believe she won’t contact me. You just mind your own business, if those guys don’t do well you understand what will happen?” Basil looked forward and said. “I got it.” Samson nodded and continued driving. Basil looked outside, Helen’s figure was getting farther and farther away, he still felt her signature scent, it was a body scent, not a perfume, very few girls have that scent. .

” Amber asked me, sounding like a curious little child as she hunched forward. ”You know the smell of sweat on the guys after practice?” ”Yeah?” Amber's nose was scrunched and she looked disgusted, I wasn't even finished with my description. ”And you also know that smell when kids poop, right?” ”Aha,” ”Mix those two smells together and add damp socks and some basil,” Malia hulked and her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes teared up. ”Basil?” ”Yes, you know how they always place a small piece of basil or another herb on top of pasta dishes at fancy restaurants to make you think it’s even fancier? That’s the effect the basil has in this poison-like mess,” I smiled big, a genuine one this time.

she exclaimed. “No you don’t, it’s freaking warm outside, you’d wish you went out naked” Amaya cautioned. “Oh my god! Should I get more sunscreen then?” She asked. Amaya smiled calmly. “You’re fine dear, you’re fine” Nina smiled back “thanks” she said and run out. Mrs. Story who was standing in the stairway smiled heartily. “It’s been a while since I saw her this happy, what’s happening?” She quizzed Amaya.

Rain was crouched beside the basil, yanking weeds so well it made me think he’d actually been paying attention during our crash course in vegetable gardening while River was two rows over, crouched low, murmuring words to a zucchini plant. “You’re doing amazing,” he said, dead serious. “Really stellar growth. I’m so proud of you.” I looked at Rain. “Does he do this often?” “Every single day,” Rain muttered without looking up. Their last Velvet Jacks gig got postponed again—some venue double-booked—so now they’ve got all this extra energy and nowhere to put it except my poor basil.” “The plants like encouragement,” River called over. “It’s science.” “It’s not science,” Rain shot back.