Why Did Xander Leave Bunk'd Novels & Stories

Nadhea replied holding Xander's shoulder stating that it was an ordinary accident. Men work under the outside of reason is very impossible to do even finished all this idle. He looked at Nadhea and Adam and said, "How about you two cancel tomorrow and go home to New York? I want to take a break and you keep doing your job, " Xander said with a deep voice and a sly smile.

Xander’s voice dropped, his eyes locking onto mine with a serious intensity. I grabbed my glass of wine, gulping down the contents as the warmth spread through me, giving me a brief moment of relief from the tension building in my chest. “You need to let go of her, Liam,” Xander said, his voice soft but firm. “You’ve been holding onto her for too long. There has to be a reason she disappeared without a word. It’s been years, man. There’s someone else out there for you.” His eyes reflected a mix of sadness and understanding, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. It had been years, but it still felt like it had all happened just yesterday.

That night, I couldn't let my kids pass another lonely Christmas with me alone. I could take them away, and still keep them hidden from Darius. Darius would never have to know. The moment I put the twins to bed, I went to meet Xander, who was seated outside, sharpening his weapons, and preparing stuff since he'd be going the next day. ‘Say it, Hazel. Say it before you can no longer say it.’ Isis urged strongly, and I swallowed, wiping my hands on my pants. “Xander,” I called firmly, “I wish to leave.”

Lying side by side on the bare floor, he placed his palm on my face, cleaning away the sweat. “I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I didn't mean to leave like that.” “Why did you? You just walked out, Xander. No explanation, nothing. Leaving me…like that.” “I know and there's no explanation I can offer that would be enough. But there's something I need you to know.” “What's that?” I asked, massaging his shoulders. I should be upset but he kind of made up for everything already. Be honest, wouldn't you forgive?

“Because I would definitely feel devastated.” Her eyes dilated. She covered her mouth in shock. Her father is right, she can’t replicate it. That would be a dumb idea. “Then... What do you think we should do to Hannah?” She asks in a low voice. “Make sure she’ll leave Texas in a plane, bus, or even in a coffin.” He declared threateningly. Hearing her father’s words she felt at ease and ready to face the world again. MEANWHILE… Xander went home to the Miller Mansion after staying in Toby’s condominium unit for almost a day.

The good days hadn't lasted long before Xander cheated again. When Vivienne found out, he didn't offer a single word of explanation. He just let her tear the place apart like a madwoman. The rage sent her into early labor. The baby survived. Vivienne died on the operating table. From that day on, Xander moved through the world like a man whose soul had been scooped out. He lost his job, and then lost the basement room when he couldn't make rent. He had no way to raise a child that small on his own. With every other door closed, he came to me, hoping I could find the boy a good family willing to take him in.

"What happened?" "He left," I replied simply, keeping my eyes on him. "One day, he just... disappeared. Moved to Riverside without saying goodbye." And now, here he was, sitting in the same classroom, acting like he didn't even recognize me. Acting like none of it ever happened. Like we were never friends. I hated how much it still bothered me. For years, I had tried to bury it but the ache lingered like a scar that refused to fade. Ever since Xander left Green Hill, part of me had felt hollow, broken in ways I didn't know how to fix.

That day, Xander hesitated for a while before saying, "I won't join you guys. I have things to do at night, but I can send you there." "Come on, don't be such a party pooper," said Josie coquettishly while patting him lightly on the arm. "They said that it was going to end before dinner." Josie wondered–what could Xander need to do other than work? No work was more important than their relationship. With the help of their friends, she could surely bag him that night. "Alright, then," Xander relented. He thought to himself how this was going to be the last time. He was going to take this chance to tell everyone that he was going to focus on his family and that he might no longer have the chan

*** Aurora’s POV. Waking up alone the next morning, I couldn't see any blood on the sheet, and I didn't feel any pain. Proving we didn't do anything last night. Yet, why did he suddenly leave me? A sense of emptiness washed over me. Xander was gone, and the room felt hollow without his presence. A card left by him caught my eye. It read, "I've left for urgent matters." ‘It isn't like him. He is the type to serve me breakfast on the first day I wake up. The type that will kill me with his kindness and gentleness.’

Xander stood there in his usual black hoodie, hood pushed back, dark hair falling into his eyes. “Hey,” I managed, tucking hair behind my ear. “What’s up?” He leaned against the locker beside mine, close enough that I could see the faint scar cutting through his left eyebrow. “Where are we studying today?” I swallowed. “Café’s closed for renovations. My place? Nanny’s working late.” One of his brows arched. “Your mom cool with that?” “She suggested it.” I lied. Nanny had agreed only after Mr. Dupree’s sob story about Xander’s dead mom and twin brother, about pack laws and holding cells.