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.”

Funny how my world is crumbling but Trent is fixing everything. Trent is my fixer. ********

~~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.

thanks. Yours truely Khads.

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.

“This is how you do it. We move as a unit. A throuple. A single front.” Ava felt her knees weaken. Xander stared at him, shaking with anger. “How does that help the situation? I’m beginning to think I made a mistake suggesting that we become a throuple.” “I think allowing the world to see the truth is what’s best, because the truth will eventually come to light.” Ava whispered, throat dry, “Just come inside first, the neighbors are watching.” Tristan smirked. “Of course we will.” “I do not like the sound of this,” Xander whispered as he stepped back to let him in.

They’re hungry alright … X