Buod Ng Buhay Ni Basilio 소설 & 이야기

She slid into the bed next to me and made herself comfortable as she put her head down on my chest and her arm went around my waist. “Did your meeting with Basil not go well?” she asked me. “Basil is my friend actually, the meeting just opened my eyes I guess,” I said. “How so?” she asked. “Basil is Felix’s older brother and this whole time he’s been busy with his own investigation into that night that Felix died,” I said. “It’s bigger than I thought it was and I’ve already told Basil that I’ll have his back when he wants to go after these people,” I continued.

Alicia asked. “For a commoner to receive the title of nobility, they’ll need to undergo a successful trial worthy enough to receive accolades. I ordered Basil to venture to a conflicting region and act as a commander. Should he succeed in his efforts for one month battling the region, he’ll automatically receive a noble title, but Basil decliTed with fervent passion. He claims that if a single life was lost due to his leadership, he’d have no face to deal with his wife.” Alicia burst out laughing. “Goodness, that’s just like him.”

"When was that?" "Today. This morning." "Get out of my sight, Bisila," Bradley said, standing up with a grunt. "You've lost it already." "Get out, you piece of—" he started, but Bisila was already darting out of the room, sprinting through the yard and garden, out the small gate as Bradley hobbled after her. "I don’t ever want to see you again on my farm, you little rascal!" he hollered. "Sorry, Mr. Bradley! I’ll ask for permission next time!" she yelled back, laughing as she ran.

“Why are we so damn unlucky”. Basil shouted on top of his voice, with the anger he felt punched the wall that he got his knuckles bruised. “I'm so sorry, Alec”. Basil said, tears were falling from his eyes. His best friend was going to lose his dad all for loving Daniel unless a miracle happens.

He’d seen it. Basil closed his eyes, lifting the dagger a bit. His heart clenched, “Basil, look at me, son.” “No.” “Basil, please, look at me.” Slowly, his eyes opened wet and fearful. They widened just a little as their gazes met. “I would rather spend whatever time I have left with you, Laurel, your newest sibling, teaching you everything you need to know than extending my life.” Tears welled in Basil’s eyes. “Put the dagger down, son. Nimue, end the séance.”

Butler Bass kept on sending them flying towards the ten gods, at the end, they will stop before them, and the rocks will tremble before dropping to the ground. The two of them were exhausted, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, Don Santiago smiled wearily “Bass, I am grateful for your help, you can't die with me, return to Vanessa, and tell her that am grateful, thanks Bass,” he told Bass. Butler Bass shook his head, “I want to taste the strength of the ten gods, it will be an honour to die in their hands” he replied. The wind blew around him, and his hairs fluttered with the wind, he rose in midair, looking like the wind god.

Basil said in a voice that was both reproachful but also worried. "I'm sorry to make you worry, but I'm your master's maid, I have to protect you…Please don't fire me..." Violet said frantically. “Stupid, how can I fire you, but from now on I forbid you from putting yourself in danger like today, do you understand? “But…” “No but nothing, it's an order!” Basil's voice made Violet obediently obey. Suddenly now Basil's phone rang. “Pip pip pip pip” “I hear it Fotune!” Basil picked up the phone and answered. I don't know what Fotune said, but Basil's face suddenly turned serious, he frowned slightly. “Okay, I know!” Then Basil hung up.

I gasped, interrupting the goddess as a sharp and painful pinch moved through my heart as if a hot silver dagger were forced into my heart. "Yes," she said, agreeing. "His youngest victims were two pups." I squinted my eyes, trying to understand why the goddess was telling me this. Then it occurred to me that maybe the goddess was referring to Emily and me. "Am I reincarnated?" I asked. The question sounded crazy, yet it was the only thing that made sense. The goddess's gaze softened. "Sort of," she answered. "I don't understand," I said. "Basilia," she explained, and paused. "Her ability is one of the most powerful abilities created in the Lycan world."

"W‍ho asked you to drop it the​re?⁠" Rossi w​as⁠ trembling no‍w. He looke‍d at Lorenzo,​ then at the l⁠ed‍ger, t​hen at me. "It was... it w‍as the Basil‍e b​oy," Rossi wh‍ispered. "Marco Ba‌sile." Lorenzo‍ wen‍t​ st‌ill. "Basile," L‌orenzo r‌epeated.⁠ "My c​ousin's son."

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.