X Traveller Novels & Stories

Finding a bus wasn't a problem for them as many buses were moving up and down the road. They got onto a bus where many people were. They didn't want to make the same mistake that Tina made by getting onto a bus with human traffickers. They sat at the far back, beside a middle aged woman who was carrying a tray of vegetables. Chinyere was seated in between Tina and the woman. Chinyere kept the bag under the seat and turned to the woman. "Good morning, ma," Chinyere greeted the woman. "Good morning," the woman smiled. "Where are you headed to?"

Xander nodded, smoothly handing over the bag of souvenirs he was supposed to take upstairs. A few minutes later, Trista hurried back downstairs and shoved a delicate gift bag into Xander's hands. "It's getting really late. Here. Drive safe on your way back." Xander caught the bag—which still carried her body heat—but as he pulled his hand back, he smoothly stepped closer. The overwhelming, oppressive presence of a mature Alpha instantly enveloped her. "Dr. Trista," he lowered his voice, dropping a hint of subtle, roguish teasing. "I'm going to be out of the country for over half a month. Do I really not even get a goodbye hug before I leave?"

Xander mused I grinned widely to his irritation, “morning to you too baby. I believe you had a good night rest?” He gritted his teeth at me, returning his attention to the road. Taking off my backpack, I settled into the car right, turning my head to the window as we made our way out of the pack. A feeling of excitement raced through my insides. I have never been out of the pack on any form of trip. All of my life had been spent roaming within Blackstone pack. The road looks beautiful with the houses and lined trees on the side. Returning my attention to the two men in the front seat, Xander had his legs plopped on the dashboard as he scrolled through his tablet.

Xander said referring to the travel brochure handed to me by a sales rep promoting her company's travel agency wt the front of the hospital. "Mhm.... " I quickly looked through the brochure for any place that might interest me, there was absolutely none so I just shook my head. "Travelling isn't really my thing?" "So what is your thing? Blogging?" Xander asked. I shook my head again in response, "Nothing exactly.... I am yet to find out, but I do love to hang out with friends if that's a thing" "Well.... If that's what you love doing then there is no need for me to criticize it" Xander made a turn to right before he parked the car at the main gate of my house. He escorted me inside where I h

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.

“It’s a long story, Fireball. I promise to tell you one day, but for right now it’s safer if you don’t know.” “Okay.” I drop the subject, not wanting to push it, or make him uncomfortable. His family is a touchy topic and I’m just grateful that he is trusts me enough to talk about it. “So where have you and Xander traveled to?” “We’ve been all over the place.” His arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me closer until my head rests on his chest. His fingers massage my scalp before running through my hair. “The grand canyon, Mount Rushmore, Rocky Mountains, New Orleans during Mardi Gras, and Arizona during the hot-air balloon festival. Xander and I left home when I was a little over seventeen

“Hey man. I’ve seen you three times in less than twenty four hours, so figured I’d come introduce myself. I’m Travis. You are?” The man continued to just look at Travis for a bit before he took a deep breath, closed his mouth to swallow, and answered, “I ah.. I’m Xavier. I’m sorry. Im a bit.... starstruck. I’m a big football fan.” Xavier gave a weak smile that didn't meet his eyes. “Well Xavier, it’s nice to meet you. You new here?”

Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from commenting. Then Sofia found something. “Wait.” She opened a thread. The post was buried deep in a chemical trading forum. The discussion wasn't recent, but it contained several references to Thanox. They followed usernames. Old posts. Deleted comments. Archived conversations. One username appeared repeatedly. Sofia copied it into another search. Then another result appeared. And another. By the time they had finished digging, they had three names. Three separate sellers. Three different parts of the world. One in Singapore.

"Perhaps. But Bella, it's our story. I am the only one who is writing it down. Xander and Isabella discovered a lovely rhythm in their life as the months stretched into years. They visited places they had always wanted to see, such as tranquil beaches in the Maldives, bustling markets in Morocco, and hidden villages in Italy. Each tour was an indication of how big the globe is and how many stories it carries, just waiting to be dug out. However, wherever they travelled, they always came back to their comfortable suburban home in Mexico, where Liam and Elena frequently dropped by, bringing joy and vitality to the family.

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.