Why Did Xander Leave Bunk'd Novels & Stories

Tenley sighed before giving up "Just make sure to behave yourself out there, don't embarrass me" Winter rolled her eyes at her friend's remark "duhh" She then walked out of her room and headed for the stairs. Xander was currently in the living room with Winter's Dad, Trevor and they were making small talks because neither of them were actually good at creating conversations. "So you left the military after that?" Trevor asked Xander, who nodded in response. "It doesn't seem to me like you willingly left though, do you still want to go back if there was a chance?"

“Remember Marco told us she turned into a crystal and when it shattered, she was gone? Maybe this is some sort of weird evolution of that?” “Let’s hope.” I shake my head, trying to believe it. “I don’t even want to think what would happen if any of those people who are missing got trapped in a torture chamber.” When we get to the pack house, medical staff meets us to take the elderly inside. James holds back for a minute before getting back into his truck. “Beta, permission to speak candidly.” “James, of course.” I drop my shoulders and give him my attention. “We can’t bring Xander to the bunker.” He lowers his voice. “That dream made his magic surge. The nanny agreed to stay with him at our

"I am talking about a month before I went to rehab, I came home when I realized I needed help with my addiction and to pay off my debt so I don't lose my house but your then-girlfriend said you didn't want to see me." "Liza?" Xander doesn't recall Liza ever telling him that Xavier came home or that he needed help. "Yeah, she had this whole speech..." Xavier pauses, realizing he has been played by that witch. The speech she gave him about Xavier bringing Xander down with his problems is the same one she gave him that prompted him to leave when their parents died. "What speech?" Xander says trying to control his anger. Liza knew how much it affected Xander when his brother left and he is fin

"You don’t need to stay here with me. Go home and rest." Xander protested, "How could I leave you alone? You need someone by your side…" He paused before adding, "Besides, I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. I might not see you for several days, so I want to spend the night with you." A business trip? I smiled faintly. "If you have a trip tomorrow, all the more reason to rest. I’m fine on my own now." Xander hesitated, but when his phone rang, he nodded reluctantly. He stayed with me until 9 p.m. before leaving.

Closing all of them, I walked towards the room and opened it to find Xander typing scrolling through his phone. Standing at the threshold, I just stared at him. He looks tired. His brown tired, his tan skin is dull and his hair is all messy due to him running his fingers through them, which means he is stressed. The last few days I and I went through a lot, days were tough. My kidnapping, his memory coming back, Ava, mom and dad leaving separately, and our baby. Soothingly I ran my hands through my stomach. Baby. I and Xander didn't talk about it, hell we didn't talk about anything, amongst everything, a distance that involuntarily formed between us was something we both avoided.

After a couple more minutes had passed, the door finally opened to reveal a smiling Xander who seemed to have gotten some sort of good news. "At least you're happy." I said while folding my arms and glaring at him. "Sorry for the long wait, I was in a meeting with Mr. Chung. He offered me a great deal, I might add." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear that. "Can I leave now? I'm starving." Right, as I said that, my belly started acting crazy again. He sighed and shook his head. "You're not going to die from hunger, Miss. Hale, don't be greedy." He replied. My eyes became wide with disbelief. The bastard was making me hate him even more. Sometimes, I wish that he would just shut the hell up

Zavier assigned Bob to help him and constantly remind him, as well as convey Xander's messages to him. After Zavier's departure, Xander stood up and removed the fake IV needle from his hand with a firm motion. His gaze was filled with firm determination, showing that he was ready to take the next step. "This charade is pointless," Xander muttered with a frustrated tone. He felt it was pointless to pretend to be sick if his family's situation was getting more complicated. "I have to get back to the office immediately and deal with his ex," he continued with a voice full of determination. He knew that Sefia was one of the triggers of the conflict between Nayla and Zavier, and he didn't want th

"ΜΑΜΑ... ΝAY... GO HOME MOM... DADDY IS SICK... DADDY NEEDS YOU..." Xander shouted as he held the iron gate, watching as his mother got back into her luxury car and left him alone. "Mother…" Xander muttered one last time, before he gave in to the continued pleading of his mother, who was now happy with her new family. "Why are you angry with me? Why don't you love me? What did I do wrong, Mom?" Since then, Xander has never visited his mother's residence again. He didn't want to know anything more about their family, except for the Butterfly company that was now his target.

When Brenda left, silence fell again, heavy and suffocating. Tatiana rose slowly with her legs weak beneath her. She slipped quietly into the bathroom, stared at her reflection. Her eyes were puffy, red-rimmed from the tears of the previous night. Yet, under the steady drip of the shower, tears welled and escaped, blending with the stream. When she finally stepped out, Xander was gone. He didn't care to wait, not even to pretend. As she descended the staircase, there he was. Xander stood at the bottom of the grand stairs, waiting.

Starla Xander was orphaned at a young age. With both her parents gone, it was her uncle, Xavier Lloyd, who rescued her from that hopeless home. For over a decade, he had cherished her, shielding her from the world, treating her like the most precious gem in his life. She had always believed that one day, she and Xavier would walk down the aisle together. She had fallen hopelessly in love with the man who had cared for her like a father. Back then, one night, a fire broke out in the Xander family home. The house she had grown up in, the parents who had loved her—everything was consumed by the flames.