Traveler Fanfic Novels & Stories

That way, you don't need to come to the company and get tortured again" Chase explained. Arianna glanced at him sharply. She looked disappointed. Travelling? She doesn't want him to be away for now. "Oh no. I am not happy that he is travelling. I want him to fuck me every day and as much as he can. I want to get pregnant with his child again. That way, his broken heart will get healed and we'll be fine again. It is either I go with him or he doesn't travel" Arianna declared. Chase was speechless.

I defended almost immediately and she laughed. “Oh really? Then why did he run away from the Dark Fur Pack?” She smirked, her little scowl taunting my brain. I froze in shock before I muttered. “He is a wanderer. He likes to travel.” Jennifer laughed out after my response. “Is that what he told you?” My resolve wavering, I snapped at her. “Since you are here to blabber, you should do it right.”

“For being here. For standing up for me. For not making things harder.” He looked at me gently. “I’d do it all again.” I hesitated, then said, “Can you stay for a bit?” His eyes softened. “Of course.” We sat on my bed, talking about nothing and everything—childhood stories, embarrassing moments, dreams we hadn’t said out loud before. “I wanted to travel,” I admitted. “I still do.” “Where?” he asked. “Anywhere,” I said. “Somewhere I can just… be.” He smiled. “I’d like to see the world with you.”

“No change to your approach?” Rowan glanced briefly at Lily and Mara. Then back to the man. “No.” The traveler nodded slowly. “Good.” “Why good?” Derek asked. “Because if you changed now,” the man said, “the story would control you.” Silence followed. Not uncomfortable. Just thoughtful. The traveler tucked his satchel closed again. “I’ll move on before sunset,” he said. “You’re welcome to warm by the fire first,” Mara offered. He smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“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

"Look! The Druid you know, he is from here and the future. I am from the other world and the future as well. So people who travel through time, like Alyssa and I, are called time travelers." "But how is Alyssa also Allena in the other world?" "Argh! When this guy wakes up, I am going to shoot another dart in his butt. He always leaves all the explaining part to me." "He was going to tell me slowly." "Damn right, he was waiting for me to do his job." "Stop with your sass. He is not even conscious." "What are you so attached to him about? He is going to leave you in about two weeks." "NO!" I froze, pulling my horse to an abrupt stop.

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 .

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.