Traveler Fanfic Novels & Stories

They chatted as the ate, Mr Tristian told the family about all his adventures, Allison was captivated she always wanted to go on adventures. “ Oh my goodness, you must really enjoy traveling a lot, my youngest daughter Allison loves adventures too.” Mr Wither told Tristian, Allison never knew her father noticed she wanted to be an explorer. “ That's really lovely, you're just lucky I am about to live in South Italy on another one of my adventures. Would you love to follow me?” Tristan smiled as he looked at Allison. Before she could respond, her dad cut her off.

Once Allison was tossed into the can, I stuck around Maine for a while so I could see her," he explained. Allison was the woman he had been sleeping with behind Klaus's back. It was cheating on your diet to gulp down a shot of machine oil. Tucker's face grew serious. "But I'd get all impossible and short-lived with me if I forgot to top up her inmate account or pick up her cards and mags, I figured, so I went traveling for a bit. Saved up, went to Australia, New Zealand, toured the Far East. Solo, by myself a bit." ".Single life is fantastic, don't you think?" I slumped. He jerked again. "I was a boy.". "So was Klaus. She still stepped up."

My face doesn't lack emotions cause my habit is to smile, unlike Brigor who's usually in his deadpan expression. We're finally done with our food, so our travel down the road continues. If I'm not a model I think I'll be a traveller since I love exploring and discovering new things. I wanted to travel to come across and experience different cultures and traditions. I wonder what job Brigor wants if he didn't become a businessman. Does he even want another job except being a businessman if he is now a billionaire and well-known around the world? Did he ever fantasize living a standard or ordinary life?

“The grand canyon, Mount Rushmore, Rocky Mountains, New Orleans during Mardi Gras, and Arizona during the hot-air balloon festival. Xander and I left home when I was a little over seventeen. We traveled around the US for about eight months before we found Frankie, and then the others.” “That sounds…amazing.” I exhale, imagining all the places he’s been. “I sometimes wish I was a rogue. Pack wolves don’t get to travel like that. Well, not ranked wolves. We are lucky if we get to venture to other pack territories.” “I didn’t know you had a travel bug.” He whispers, kissing the top of my head. His presence is relaxing, and I cannot help but snuggle closer. “It was my plan to travel after I turn

Sky said, "Butch I am travelling to Russia with Damien!" "Wait what?!!!" Same reaction, Sky, that was my exact reaction too, I thought… ||*N|B*|| Happy Weekend Lovely People. Please what are your thoughts on this chapter? Your feedbacks are very much appreciated. Thank you and I hope you have fun reading .

“Would you choose traveling over me?” “No. I’m going to explain and I want you to try and understand. I’ve never really said this before to anyone other than Colt. I’ve said pieces, yes but not the whole thing.” Setting my fork down, I sat back. “Growing up in that kind of environment... All I wanted to do was get out. For obvious reasons, staying wasn’t an option. As we got older, everyone always said that Ace would have been my most likely mate. I was told that since I was 11. So it just became natural to spend more time with him. As we got older and my situation got worse... Colt and Ace could only do so much. It became unbearable around when I was 14. My arm got broken. I could have test

She didn't come through. Instead, I was thrown backward. The arm hanging from the ceiling disappeared as well. The girl's anxious voice came from the empty air again. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I'm sorry. I didn't know it would throw people back." "I'm fine. Looks like the time-space distortion can only transfer objects and voices for now." After hearing my reply, she sighed in relief. "It's getting late. Go get some sleep. We're friends now. My name's Hannah Scott. What about you?" She asked cheerfully.

" I couldn't believe that even after I'd spelled everything out so clearly, Roxanne still thought I was just jealous and sulking. I furrowed my brow and replied evenly, "I'm not making the call. If you want to help him, you'll have to do it yourself." Roxanne was about to lose her temper when my phone rang. It was Mr. Miller, and he called to ask how the preparations were going. I told him I'd been injured in an accident and might have to postpone my departure by a week. After expressing his concern, he ended the call. "You've arranged everything? You even booked the plane ticket?" Roxanne asked while staring at me in shock. There was a tremor in her voice, and beneath it, a trace of fear.

I hear a few growls, but I hear Ty tell them to shut up. “Ilyan why don’t you tell us what is going on.” Travian says. “I will start from my earliest memory. I was four or five when I realised I wasn’t like the others I was around. Firewalker explained that I was special and that he was my guardian. He told me that my parents had died and that they gave me to him to raise. I didn’t think anything of it until I was 13 or so. By then, I figured out that I was part fae.” I tell them.

"Please." "Fine." I turned to face her as we stood at the bottom of the stairs. The plane opened the door for us, and I lowered my voice just in case. "Riley and I were talking about how hard it is to travel and not have companionship. It's one thing to sleep with someone you know and take your chances, but to do it with a stranger in another country or some crazed-ass fan... it's just getting old, D. Okay?" "What did you guys decide would work best?" Her face visibly paled.