X Traveller Novels & Stories

he asked the man who spared him a quizzical stare "Call what?" "This!" he whispered looking around, "Where i come from we travel in carriages i have never see this kind of transport." the bald man ignored his squims choosing to admire the fresh blue sky instead "I did not get your name...i'm pri...i mean...my name is Xavier. What is your name?" "Scott." "Its nice to meet you Scott. So what is this place. Where am i?" he whispered trying not to get the attention of the driver

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

“And how exactly do you plan to change your wolf rank?” I froze, unable to answer, I couldn't tell him about my root, my father, the birthmark. I couldn't trust him yet with my truth. My hands twisted in my lap, desperate to escape the question. So I deflected, forcing a smile. “You know, I barely know anything about you. Aside from your name. Who are you really, Xavier?” He leaned back slightly, a smile tugging at his lips, though his eyes still held that shadow of mystery. “I’m just a traveler. From a faraway pack. I wanted to see the world, so I left.”

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Xander looks at me expectantly as he brings the car to a stop in front of the fountain. “Work is the only constant I have in my life right now. Everything has changed. Where I live. The people around me. Everything…and please don’t get me wrong, I am so happy with you. It’s just a lot to take in. I’m not saying I will never leave work. I just want to hold onto something familiar for just a little while longer.” “So wait, you want to give up spending two weeks abroad with me, who you claim to be happy with, to hold onto a job that doesn’t even make you happy, all so you can hold onto something familiar? I don’t get it Hale.”

"My name is Erik Poulsen. I am 29 and I come from Denmark. I decided to travel the world before I have to get married. I have a fiance at home, waiting for me." "Yay back to me. My name is Jo-ann Holmes. I am 27. I came here because of a job interview. I didn't get the job, but I liked it too much here to go back home. Now I am looking for a job so that I can stay here permanently." "So I guess it is my turn now. My name is Grayson Taylor. I am 19 years old. I from Graham Island. I am traveling the world before I have to take over my father's company."

It was really a damn shame… Either way, Xavia spent the next three days planning their itinerary. As she had said, it was going to be a domestic tour, and she made sure to include visits to all the motherland’s scenic and cultural places. That way, she could let the kids learn about how rich their culture was at the same time. Plus, if they hadn’t even visited all the places their country had to offer yet, why bother with going abroad? The end result was a half-year plan of domestic travels, and by the fourth day, they were fully ready to board the plane…

Kian said. “Have you been to this gala before?” “Not this gala, but I have been to several others for business,” he said, and I sat straight in my seat. “What exactly do you do here? What is this business you run?” “Tourism and hospitality business. Nothing shady most of the time,” he said. “Hotels, motels, resorts, clubs, casinos, inns, lodging, catering to all tiers of all societies of all species. Xafran is a hot tourist attraction from all over the world, so we cater to tourists, families, couples, business travelers, and individuals seeking temporary lodging. We even have personalized stay and security policies for rulers all around the world. Although those stay contracts can be a real

Meanwhile, inside the private room at Mystic Club. Wendell Hunt was having a toast with a East Asian man. This man was over hundred 90 cm tall and wore a wolf's fangs as a pendant. He had tanned skin and tone muscles. At first glance, he look like a farmer who work on the fields by the countryside. But the man was, in fact, a powerful figure. He was a mercenary leader who carried out activities in several countries of Asia all year long, his group was known as Wolf Hunter, and his name was Rocky.

||||| 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.