Books About World Travel の小説・ストーリー

Alice asked “Adriano wants me to stay behind. He wants you to go alone.” “Why does he need you here?” Khan narrowed his eyes at her, “Alice, do you want me to question him?” Alice bit the side of her lip. “Fine.” You can leave if there is nothing else. Khan stared at her for a moment before he stood up and walked away. As he walked out he slammed the door behind him. Alice stared at the door deep in thought. “Something about this trip doesn’t feel right,” Alice whispered. ~~~London~~~

I lay beside her that night, yet I barely slept. After returning to the city, life quickly fell back into its usual rhythm. Work, home, meals, sleep... Everything seemed unchanged, as if that trip had been nothing more than an ordinary getaway. However, something had quietly shifted. Shanine seemed to like Phoebe even more after the trip. She brought up the vacation from time to time, praising how considerate Phoebe had been and how thoughtful she was. She even started enthusiastically planning where the three of us should travel next.

A story that was never about finding the perfect world, but about building one, step by step, hand in hand. And so, the story of "Between Two Worlds" came to a close. But in my heart, I knew it wasn’t truly over—it was just beginning. With love, with family, with friends, and with dreams still yet to be realized, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always find our way back to each other. And that was enough. --- The End

The clear voice rang out quickly, she took a deep breath and added: "Tell me, what are you going to do to help me get back to the real world, and what do I need to do next?" The other side did not seem to be surprised at Adela's quick answer, he smiled lightly: "In front of you is the setup and operation of this world. Its purpose is...to help you get through. five random worlds to return to reality." "Five random worlds?" Adela looked at the white screen in front of her eyes that was lit up with words like a computer screen, she bewilderedly asked if it was not because she was startled to find that this world was actually created because of her. Because she or not is no longer important? Wh

"Maybe. Or maybe I should travel. See parts of the world I never had time to visit while running the pack." "You could do both. Write while travelling. Chronicle not just the past but the present. Show people what retirement looks like for a progressive Alpha." That was actually not a terrible idea. "Where would I even go?" I wondered aloud. "Anywhere. Everywhere. You have Continental Pack Authority connections across North America. Progressive packs in Europe through Atlas's work. Growing movement in Asia. The world is basically open to you." The thought was both exciting and terrifying. I'd spent my entire adult life focused on Crescent Ridge and Council of Chosen Paths. The idea of just l

There's not much furniture, but she has bookshelves a-plenty. Michael Critchton, 'Travels'.... Paul Theroux, 'The Old Patagonian Express'.... 'A Year in Provence'.... 'Around the World in Eighty Days'.... 'A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush'.... "I detect a bit of a trend in your reading," I comment as Mitch emerges with two coffee mugs. She dimples. "When I was a little girl, I always wanted to travel, to have adventures." "So, have you travelled? Where have you been?"

“I figured this way, our children will get to see the world through our eyes. Not just through screens, but the old-fashioned way, one story at a time. Every time we travel, we’ll turn it into a book.” I looked up at him, completely undone. “I’m speechless… I love this.” He brushed his thumb along my cheek. “It’s just the beginning, Aurelia. Seven books for now, but one day, there’ll be hundreds. We’ll explore every corner of the world together.” My heart thudded like it was trying to memorize the moment. “I can’t wait,” I whispered, fingers brushing the covers of our stories. They smelled like fresh ink and beginnings.

I brushed off my thoughts and went scanning other books. But before I did, I look on my surroundings. There are a few students who were reading just like me. They are also wearing casual clothes for the meantime. No way, I'm going to stay here alone. Who knows ghosts or that shapeshifter might popped out here? I sighed out of relief and went back reading. "The History of our World," I read the title written in the ash gray book cover. This is the World of Tempest. It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see.