Traveler X Novels & Stories

Every day she would always pass by the basement parking and would take the elevator that only brings her to the lobby. "I told you, sir Xander is seeing someone once he leaves for abroad" "I can't believe sir Xander is already taken" the woman sniffles while trying to hide at one of the walls. "It's been the second time he came back with hickeys after his travel" "I don't know if I can accept this" "Who could possibly be that lucky woman? A celebrity abroad? A politician's daughter? A model like Madame Wright? Any news about it?" "I've been refreshing my phone since Sir Xander arrives earlier. There's no news about him with a woman"

It was about the symbolic act of getting ready for a new chapter and the potential for healing, not simply about the clothes. As was his habit, Xander packed little. Although he was typically practical and straightforward, there was a gentleness in his motions as he closed his luggage, a silent representation of the emotional voyage they were about to take. Isabella was a little anxious and excited at the same time as they loaded the car. This journey appeared like the start of something unique and amazing, but it also seemed flimsy, like a dream that would come to an end if they weren't careful.

He insisted. "This would be your gift to me. I thought this birthday would be boring like before. But unexpectedly, this becomes the most fun and memorable birthday I ever had. And it's thanks to you. You make this trip fun and worthwhile." Xander's words were sincere. He did not expect that he would have so much fun on this trip. He was a person who look after his image and was polite at all times. His laughter on this trip was the most compared to the twenty-seven years he had in his life.

||||| I have never seen Xander take a vacation. I have worked for him for three whole years and never has he ever taken a vacation. Which is extremely surprising for a playboy like him. One would think that someone like him would go on sexcapades every other week. Which he did actually. But only on the weekends and that too in or around the city. Never out of the country. Even on business trips, he took me or one of the other executives along. Never a plus one.

For real Pari. "No, I wasn't." "Whatever floats your boat honey." Xavier ticks smugly. The car stops in front of a high building. Muttering a small thank you to the driver who helps me with the door, then step out. Shoulder to shoulder, we walk into the building, admiring how Xavier looks, bouncing like a model on a runway. I hope I look that cool to. Taking an elevator to the top floor, we are escorted by a young looking Italian woman to a private sector.

I couldn’t help but admire how far she had come from the quiet, often reserved woman who’d joined the team. Mr. X had sent a message, as usual, from his current mission. This time, it was from Sri Lanka. His voice crackled through the video call as he explained how things were going with a new vetala case. He’d become a sought-after consultant, traveling the world for Control, helping to tackle cases that most agents would never even dream of touching. “Things are looking up here, Carl,” X said, flashing a rare grin. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

When the line connected, a deep, firm voice answered. “Good morning, Mr. Xander. It’s been a long time.” “Yes… yes, it has,” Xander replied, his voice rough with emotion. “I need your help. I want you to find my family my wife and daughter. They left me years ago, and I… I need to see them again. I don’t care what it costs. Just find them for me.” The investigator paused, his tone softening. “Are you sure about this? It’s been years. People move on… things change.”

I'll have to think a lot over what he said. I didn't do anything after I reached home. We have each other's number, but we don't text. I wanted to ask him about what he said and why. But it was useless. If he wants to lie, he'll lie. What can I do? I can only see that tomorrow, I'll read his face expressions. I'm an observer, right!? INTRODUCING - Xander Name : Xander Smith Age : 18 years Father : Robert Smith Mother : Lily Smith

she asks, glancing at me with a warm smile on her face, a trusting energy surrounding her. “Yeah, lead the way,” I return, following behind her as she walks outside the door. Falling instep beside her walks between the cabins, introducing me to different wolves. She explained how Xander found each person, her stories leaving me in more awe of the man. The heart and soul he has to put his life in danger to protect these people from those who would rather harm them.

XO ***