Sol Traveler Novels & Stories

*Soleil* I have only just stepped onto the bike trail along the main road when the last buzz leaves me. Now when I no longer have Siri’s comforting mental blanket wrapped around me the repressed feelings start to lash at me like a whip. I stagger into a bus stop, and slump down on the bench. It is impossible to keep a single thought. Guilt, impotence and disgust fighting to take me over, until they form a United front against me, like a big flashing neon sign; It is all Sol’s fault.

The change in weather made Sol realize that the Bolo’s headquarters had weather control. Rushing back to the Impala, they dodged a few umbrellas and swiped off some paper trash that was now sitting on their ride. “Shit, Sol. This is it!” Leyland couldn’t contain himself, exclaiming as soon as they both got in. Sol’s smile was wide as ever, stretching her arms she sighs heavy, planting her head on the cold g lass. “Top of the city, top of the game.” She adds, excited from her skyrocketing career.

I felt so bad for Zion because he was all alone now. Solomon's Range Rover pulled up beside us and halted. The humming engine seized, and the driver's door opened. I leaned back on my Audi and folded my hands across my chest, smirking and watching him come out of the vehicle. He closed the door behind him after he got out.

she asked so I nod my head. "Let's go," I responded then grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the mansion. We walked towards the garage where my motorbikes are parked. I chose Ducati Testa Stretta NCR Macchia Nera since it was one of my recently purchased motorbikes. "You own all of this?" Solana asked pointing at the motorbikes parked at the garage, at the back of the mansion. "Yeah, why?" I asked then help her in wearing her helmet.

"Well, I'm tougher than I look so can we please go now. I'm tired. And sleepy." "Ok. Let's go then," he stood up and stretch a hand towards her "Aren't you paying for this wasted food." She ignored his gesture and stood up by herself, "No." "Why?" "It isn't called the SolVic for nothing." "No way!" Shola's mouth went open, her eyes taking in the place again like she hadn't already done when they'd first entered, "You own this place?" "The entire chain that's scattered all across the globe baby." They start walking towards the exits, with Solano a few steps ahead,

“We’re all here. And I left a smoldering Tyler in bed for this. So this better be good.” “Oh, it is,” Cheyenne said, grinning as she turned toward the edge of the tree line. “Ladies… meet our mystery mare.” From the shadows beyond the clearing, a soft breeze stirred the leaves—then a shimmer of golden movement appeared between the trees. Solana stepped into view, her coat a striking buckskin gold with black legs and a thick, silken black mane that rippled like ink in the sunlight. Her ears twitched as she trotted forward, every muscle in her sleek frame coiled with raw grace.

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

I smiled. Even birds have to sort out their daily food. I thought in my mind. Solara Helixia is a great company owned by my father and before his death, the company flourished so well that it won so many awards. My mother, Mrs. Isabella Stone is a rare gem. I couldn't have come this far without her help.

he says casually, “since when do you monitor tableware stability?” “It was going to spill.” “It wasn’t.” “It almost did.” Shawn looks between us. “I feel like I’m missing context.” “You’re not,” Mike says smoothly. I stand abruptly. “Where are you going?” Shawn asks. “You’re not going into the southern woods today.” Mike’s eyes narrow slightly. Shawn frowns. “I wasn’t planning to?” “Good.” I move toward the counter, pouring myself coffee I don’t need. “You’ve been there before,” Shawn continues. “You showed me the trails two summers ago.”

Instead, she shifted gears, wrapping the interview with practiced elegance, steering the conversation back to safer ground—design philosophy, future plans, and travel. At one point, she asked, “Where are you based right now?” “I move around,” Solana replied. “I don’t really stay in one place for long. I’m actually flying out soon.” “Leaving already?” Ramona asked, a hint of something probing beneath the question. “I prefer not to stay where I’m not rooted,” Solana said simply. “Ok, I think that’s all for now.” Ramona said with a flourish, extending her hands to Solana for a handshake. “Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence, Miss Lim. We’re excited to see more from you soon.”