Novel & Cerita Traveler X

After receiving his response, Hazel entered the room and closed the door behind her. Xander stood outside, exchanging an awkward stare with the hotel staff member. He knew D Country well, and he was aware that this hotel didn’t have spare rooms unless you booked in advance. However, he was confident that the staff member would book a room for him—after all, it was just him and another man; it wasn’t a big deal.

He quickly went back to hiding behind a pile of wooden boxes. "Mr. Collin, how are you?" the old driver's voice greeted someone. "Mr. White, how are you, I'm fine." "Mr. Collin can you wait for this truck for me? I need to go to the toilet." "Of course, go ahead," "Good, this is my chance to get out," Xander muttered, sneaking around and keeping an eye out through the gap. There he saw a big guy smoking his cigarette, and he was pretty sure that was the guy the truck driver had asked to guard the truck.

he asked the man who spared him a quizzical stare "Call what?" "This!" he whispered looking around, "Where i come from we travel in carriages i have never see this kind of transport." the bald man ignored his squims choosing to admire the fresh blue sky instead "I did not get your name...i'm pri...i mean...my name is Xavier. What is your name?" "Scott." "Its nice to meet you Scott. So what is this place. Where am i?" he whispered trying not to get the attention of the driver

I wondered, looking at Xander as I leaned on the back of the passenger seat since he sat beside the driver, leaving the backseat for Delora and me. “Sure.” He shrugged, giving me a small smile. “Count us in!” I grinned at my friend. After a while, we reached the resort. Since Xander wanted us to have ‘the best travel experience’ he booked us first-class tickets, so sleeping on the plane wasn't exhausting at all. I wanted to dive into the water and have a cocktail by the pool.

"May your journey lead you to the answers you seek." I nodded, a blend of determination and vulnerability coursing through my veins. "Thank you, Xander," I repeated, my voice filled with resolve. "I won't forget you or the pack. You've given me strength, and I carry that with me." With a final glance around the room, I zipped up my bag, ready to embark on the next phase of my journey. As I walked towards the door, I looked back one last time, taking in the familiarity of the space that had provided me solace.

Sarah replied with a wave. “Mummy, Xavier is going on a trip tomorrow.” Kaylee said. “Oh, really?” Clara replied and glanced at Dexter. Xavier noticed the looks they gave each other but ignored them. He knew Kaylee would tell Clara about the trip that was why he didn't tell them where. “Oh, that’s nice. Where are you going?” Clara asked, looking up at Xavier. “Somewhere private.” He replied and Clara nodded. “When will you be back?” “Not sure yet.” He replied and Clara looked away from him. She wasn't comfortable with his stares.

Then again, the journey getting back to the club had been fraught enough to make her eager to climb under the first black silk duvet she saw, regardless of the fact that it could never, under any circumstances, ever be shown under a UV light. Ava hadn’t really known what she had pictured whenever she considered how exactly Xavier had traveled out of a state that had been put into a strict lockdown for months. The reality, however, was that he’d had to be snuck across state lines down to Pennsylvania, where he’d taken a very, very small, decidedly non-commercial plane out of Pittsburgh’s tiny regional airport so as to better avoid detection.

He shook in horror. "Xander is here?" Hutton gasped, jumping up from the chair he was sitting on. "I received a message from one of the guards now. Xander has killed all the guards who tried to stop him at the pack boundary. He is heading here right away!" The messenger breathed in fear while I watched dumbly. "Xander might be here to save her..." The Gamma mumbled, pointing at me. "It can't be!... The Xander we all know, can never fight his way here to save this trash!" Hutton blurted out, with anger written all over his face.

Third person pov Fourteen Years Ago – Italy Xander rarely traveled. Not because he couldn’t, he never let his disability define him, but because there were few things in this world that required his presence. This business trip, however, was unavoidable. His company was expanding, and certain negotiations had to be handled personally. As the sleek black car moved through the dimly lit streets of Italy, Luke, who sat in the front passenger seat, kept glancing at the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed in concern.

Xander Excitement bubbled within me as I inquired, “Are you all set for our trip?” “Yesss. I can’t wait to explore New York with all of you,” she replied, her eyes shining. Chuckling at her eagerness, I said, “Me too. Now, my eager little traveler, let’s get some rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow. Scoot over.”