Sunny X Basil Novelas e Histórias

"Relax..." "I will killl it." "It's just an egg." "I will kill that egg." ""Calm down.." "You calm down." Sunny shouted at Felix and than realized that she was the one making mess. "I will sit down. You can make the breakfast." Sunny ordered Felix and than sat on the chair who quickly folded his sleeves and was fast enough to gather all the ingredients and start making breakfast. He was going to make sandwiches with egg, chicken fillet and a lot of vegetables.

“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.

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.

Each one was a promise of summer, a burst of sunshine waiting to be unleashed. I cut them into uniform cubes, careful and deliberate, imagining Adam's face as he took his first bite. Sprinkling them with a pinch of sea salt and a dash of black pepper felt almost sacred, coaxing out the hidden sweetness. Then, the basil. Finely chopped, its sharp, clean scent filled the kitchen, a grounding aroma that calmed my nerves. A few spoonfuls, generously offered, and a drizzle of olive oil to bring everything together, like a painter blending colors on a palette. The tomatoes now glistened, a jewel-toned mosaic ready to be admired.

, 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.

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.

Sunny voice is a little whiny as her fingers are working magic on my hair. Frowning at her in through the mirror, I let out what I’ve been meaning to say. “What’s between you and Tristian these days though? I thought you guys are supposed to be mortal enemies why do you suddenly want us to get back in talking team?” I makes nasty face at sunny and that riled her up this good. She hissed and burst out, “C’mon, don’t put meanings into my words, dahlia.” I chuckle at her annoyance and jokingly apologized.

Sunny, who was sitting next to Xante, did not feel there was anything to be shy about at all. He put his arm around her and said, "Are you trying to compete to see who can act more lovey-dovey? Well, I can guarantee you'll never win against us!" Xante pushed him away in disgust. "Don't drag me into this!" Sunny was used to her treating him that way, so he simply shrugged and said, "How am I supposed to compete with them alone?"