Why Did Xander Leave Bunk'd Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how I would react to any future events because I spent years thinking I could resist Xander and what I felt for him, but the moment I saw him, my heart couldn’t resist. They all left three days ago. He didn’t even think about saying goodbye. I didn’t know why he was doing that to me. I knew when they would leave and I thought about seeing them at the airport, but I couldn’t do it. I was better off without them, without him. why did he have to knock on my doors again? Why did he enjoy torturing me? Until the very last moment, I thought Xander would give us a second thought, that he would tell me he wanted me to return with him, but he didn't. He said that it would be better for

He nodded in agreement and we made sure everybody left before leaving for home. Xander followed me back to Sinclair's house which was now mine. It was already late, and my belongings were there, so we just decided to stay there for the night. I wanted to buy a new house and put this one on sale so I can properly start afresh, this house reminded me too much of my suffering.

"Gregory, you jerk!" … Anathea tucked Xander into the guest room bed at the Lancaster residence. When his breathing settled into a soft, steady rhythm, she closed the storybook and pulled the blanket over him. But just as she was about to leave, Xander reached out and held her hand, his eyes blinking open. "You're still awake?" Anathea asked with a smile. Xander nodded, but he didn't ask Anathea to stay with him. Instead, he said, "Dad took good care of me when you weren't around. But he's actually pretty sick."

I nodded my head, "Yeah." He nods his head, "Good. Are you hungry or anything?" I shook my head, "Not really." Xander awkwardly nods his head again. There was a moment of silence before he broke it, "Well then, I'll just leave you to rest. You need to regain your strength." He quietly exits my room and closes my door gently.

She never looked comfortable and yet she slept like an exhausted pup, dead to the world. I waited each night, hoping that she would ask me to lay next to her. But not once had she even almost mentioned it. But it was fine, I knew the time would come where she wouldn’t want to be alone. Xander knocks on my door, in the early hours of the morning. He doesn’t wait for me to open it, and just pushes it open. “You need to come see this.” He whispers in the dim light He hadn’t caused any problems since we agreed to leave everything in the past. Yet his confidence had grown to another level.

“But if it keeps Maya alive, I don’t give a shit.” Her throat tightened so hard she could barely speak. “Why? Five years ago, you couldn’t get rid of me fast enough.” Xander’s hand was already on the doorknob. He paused, shoulders tense under his shirt. “Because five years ago, I was a coward,” he said, voice raw. “I chose politics over you. Power over the bond. And I’ve regretted it every single day since.” He didn’t wait for her to respond. He slipped out, closing the door softly behind him.

he quickly stood up from the couch. "I just, I need you here, please," she pleaded with a desperate tone making him to fear. "I'll be right there, sweetie," he assured her, instantly grabbing his jacket and heading out, "mom, dad, and everyone, an important thing came up, I need to go," he was about to leave only to his mother look at him with curiousity, "who is it Xan? Why are you running in such a rush?" Xander chuckled looking at his mother, "my little girlfriend," he left without any further words, while Nova was stopped by Xander's sister, "how does his son looks like? We didn't even see his photo."

The sound of my name, I looked up into his silver eyes, the same eyes that pull under a spell, and I can't think of anything or anyone as long I'm staring at him. I look away. "I need to know why you left? And why Charles is after you?" I once again look up at Xander and frown. "Didn't Charles tell you?" Xander shakes his head. "It's nothing important," I sigh. "To fuck it ain't," Xander shouts, and I cringe. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," He says, standing and making his way toward me. "I didn't leave because I wanted to, Xander. I did it to keep everyone safe,"

“Then we’ll go see it tomorrow. If you don’t like it, we’ll keep looking.” “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” “I try.” We kissed softly, the kind of kiss that didn’t need fireworks. Just warmth. But just as the movie was winding down, Xander’s phone buzzed. He frowned, reaching for it. “It’s from an unknown number.” He read the message, and the muscles in his jaw tightened. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He showed me the screen. "You thought this was over? The past doesn’t stay buried forever. See you soon. - D"

He was too close, I felt the heat coming from his body. He chuckled, amused at my words, then he leaned closer. "Trust me I tried that. I wanted to chase you up to the beyond but Kyle stopped me before I jumped off." He admitted leaving me lost for words. I just stared blankly at him, his eyes told me he was honest. Xander wanted to end his life. Why didn't I feel bad about that when I should be sad that Kyle had stopped him? If he had jumped off, a good part of my problems would have been solved.