Basil X Aubrey Romane & Geschichten

Brendon backs off and turns back. I thought Brendon was alone but when he distances himself and walks to a new woman my fear kicks in. " Eva, she's Aubrey. My lost childhood friend." He introduced that brunette woman as Aubrey. This name I have heard before by someone, yes from Alexa Percy. She once mentioned about Aubrey being the only female close to Brendon's heart. I scanned Aubrey from head to toe, she possesses the same masculine demeanour like other NOVERA country's females.

I'm Aubrey, what can i do for you" i ask him, getting tired of the conversation my tommy had started to hurt again He looks at me and dusts his tailored suit "I want you to be my Surrogate "

The duvet was made of the same colours as the pillows; it was custom-made. "No, she had things to do. In other words, she's going on a date," Aubrey replied, putting some popcorn in her mouth; she loved caramelized popcorn. "Have you seen the guy before?" Jessica wondered, looking at her. "Only once. He's nice," she said. "It's about time. She hasn't been on a date for so long." Aubrey played with the edge of her tank top. She herself hadn't been on a date for a long while.

Dakota rages as she leers forward. “Whatever-” Beth smiles tormentingly as she readjusts her clutched fluffy purse, “I was getting bored anyway,” she yawns before turning away, the click of her departing heels halting while she looks back, her tone officious, “-oh, before I forget. There’s one last thing. Could you pass on a message to Elijah for me? Well, not from me, from Aubrey, of course? Seeing as she’s my best friend, it would be wrong of me not to get the message across, seeing as he’s ignored all of hers since that night. Just tell him he’s started a fight that he is going to regret and if he had any sense, he should honour his word and call her to sort this mess out,” she pauses, “-

She hisses, her fists clenching in her lap. “Please, explain to me how I have been childish?” Aubrey scoffs. “One, you have been ignoring me and avoiding me with no explanation. Secondly, you ran away like a scared boy, all because we shared a day together without anything sexual happening. It is pathetic, really.” She snarls, shaking her head and turning away from me. Clenching my jaw, I grip onto the arms of the chair. “I am not scared of anything.” Apologising would be the best thing to do and get this pointless fight over with, but I can’t. Aubrey is getting under my skin more than she should be. I am only making things worse for myself when I don’t need to be.

Aubrey whined making everyone burst into laughter ©️ Tricia

Aubrey said and walked away. Soon, Aubrey walked into the sitting room after changing her clothes; she was putting on a black skirt and a blue shirt. She could see Davies gazing at the television and smiling. “Are you okay?” Aubrey said. Davies smiled and said, “Yes, mum. Welcome once again. How was the program?” “It was power-packed, hectic, demanding; just name it,” Aubrey said as she gazed at the television screen. “ I am so sorry, mum. You need to eat something,” Davies said.

"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.

she asked nervously, scared that he would say no. Matteo’s lips curved, slow and certain. "Sure we are friends now so we would definitely hang out together " . . . . . . . . . Across the city, Aubrey wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she straightened the bed sheets in one of the mansion’s many rooms. Her new job wasn’t easy, but it paid better than anything she’d ever had before. The mansion’s owner, a sophisticated businesswoman, barely made appearances, and the work mostly involved keeping the estate spotless.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Aubrey smiled and picked up a pen from her desk. Aubrey's things were always organized in pastel colors and cute designs with hearts and baby animals. Her side of the room was pretty and put together and made Callie's side look spartan. Aubrey wrote down changes to the recipe and told Callie what to do.