Basil By Huma Waqas Novels & Stories

"Call me Basil. I think I have developed Philia—a deep affection—for you now. And… Please don’t go away." Autumn’s heart nearly melted as their eyes met and the room grew quiet. Then she managed a reply. "Well… Basil, I really do have to get some sleep," she said, smiling. Basil stood up; his chest felt strange. He watched her with a curious look—this time, there was something deeper in his eyes she hadn’t noticed before. "You are… female? A girl? I’ve never seen one before," he said, almost awe-inspired. The question stunned Autumn. Her first instinct was to laugh it off, but the look in Basil’s eyes made her pause. He was serious—maybe even a little lost. So she answered honestly.

Basil unblinkingly stepped forward and sat down beside Ains. "Hello," Ains dryly greeted. "You're pretty," Basil unceremoniously complemented. Ains smiled sweetly at Basil. "I know." "Just like Momo," Basil continued. "He has your eyes too. But he has long hair that reached up to here." He pointed his hand on his waist. "His hair was bright, unlike like yours. Your hair color's not that pretty, it was ugly," he added. 'What the fuck is wrong with this kid?'

She had a rare unique beauty, a woman hard to be found, and she exuded a strange charm that could not be explained in words. “I’m Basil, your humble servant. You can call me Basil, my lady. Come, I’ll guide you. Please follow me.” Basil’s voice was modest and soft-spoken. He thought of imprinting a good image to Alicia. He might as well if she’s to become queen. Maybe he could get on her good side… abandon that rotten brat to serve the goddess instead. Yes, he’ll do just that. Basil snickered inwardly as a devilish plan formed in his mind.

reject Zachary." Dezra expressed her concern, reminding me of what I would go through if I proceed with my plans. Losing Dezra wasn't an option even though she fought me, she was still an important part of me that I never want to give up on, not for anyone. I didn't respond to my wolf as I walked aimlessly into my momma's garden. The smell of fresh flowers should be able to calm the raging storm in my head. I barely had the time to lay on my back to enjoy the beauty of the sky while I was surrounded by flowers when Basil appeared beside me. I was done looking for someone to understand me so I didn't say a word to him as he also lay on his back, looking at the sky together with me. "Beautifu

Basil's POV The fluorescent hum of the Cavendish Sky Tower Residence kitchen seemed unusually loud. I closed out the financial trades-all algorithms and data streams-and finally allowed myself to inhale. The air was thick, heavy with the unmistakable metallic tang of sweat and spent lust. It was the scent of a primal transaction. I stepped through the door, moving to the island made of stainless steel. I sat down, and a few seconds later, Baxon walked in. He looked rumpled, energized, and utterly self-satisfied-just the way I'd known he would.

, the voice behind the door said and Basil got up and opened the door. “ Can I borrow your laundry iron, mine is broken”, he asked. “ Okay”, Basil said and got his laundry iron from his wardrobe. “ Here you go”, he said, handing him the steel colored pressing iron with a plastic handle. “ Thanks man, I'll return it later”, the Ganja guy said and zoomed off immediately. Basil closed the door and went back to his bed, but this time he sat up. “ Okay, um…………. I don't even know what to say because um ……………. You should know, I'm not actually…… you know…….”.

” 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?” Ambers 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.

After a while, Basil received a phone call from Fotune, he quickly returned to the kitchen. Excitedly preparing ingredients to cook porridge for Violet. Another surprise was that he didn't need any maids to help him, but prepared everything by himself. While he was focusing on cooking, Layla appeared again, seeing Basil focusing on cooking alone in the kitchen, she spoke up.

How could he not see that? "I-I just--" "You are *nothing*.” Laura lowered her head. She knew that. Basil didn’t need to tell her, yet she had striven to rise above that. Three years of hard work had yielded nothing. Would it ever mean anything? “Though I am glad you have shown your wretched face and spared me the trouble of having you fetched.” Basil lifted his nose, “Prepare to leave at once. Soon, I will announce Delia as my mate and the one I will love for the rest of my life."