Camp Buddy Visual Novels & Stories

My primary concern was ensuring she was comfortable and safe, and I was willing to disregard any other opinions or speculations. A couple of hours passed as the bus journeyed through the picturesque countryside, eventually arriving at a quaint little village nestled within the woods. This camp had a unique purpose, one that extended beyond the students' own enjoyment. It was an opportunity for them to make a difference in the lives of the villagers.

Rupert was about to respond when Cathy and Campbell came in with their pup, Cameron. "Hey little brother, over here." Sometimes, Campbell finds Rupert as a whole different creature with the way he acts but nothing changes about him, he is still that Rupert that they all know, he is friendly and open-minded, the only difference is, that Rupert is now a father to a pup and an Alpha, that wants to treat everyone right and he doesn't want to show that he is too hard on them, he just wants to be that approachable Alpha. "Come on, stop acting like a stranger, or don't you want to meet my pup?" Rupert jokily said, and Campbell tittered, Cathy who was excited to meet Todd, didn't waste time rushing

"Woah, do you know that this place is restricted for smokers?" "Get lost, boy," I said, without looking at him. He laughed. "Well, sorry to interrupt your moment, Ma'am. But the smoking area is right there. And not here." I turned to him. "What's your name?" He stood up properly like I'm some sort of a commander. "I am Sky Anderson and I am part of the student supreme government. And it is my duty to get you out of this area because students come here to rest. Not to smell smoke."

It was instead a collection of arranged camper bags, folded tents and a few foldable tables littered with papers and books. “This looks like an archaeological expedition.” She muttered, walking towards an opened bag that had its contents spilled over. She picks up a reddish shirt that bore the image of a fish swimming downward, a symbol for the Southern Star. The letters SU were in the middle of the shirt in bright gold lettering as well, this was indeed a camp for the Southron University’s expedition.

They wait at the gate to welcome these new corp members to the state, while inviting them to their worship sessions that would take place in camp. The second category of people are mostly guys. These ones come basically to scoop out the babes. Sometimes they attach themselves to the group above and sometimes they go solo. They pretend to be helpful with regards to information, but what they really want is the girl’s phone number, which would be useful later (to them). The third category of people are mostly marketers. They could be guys or ladies. They sell wares ranging from waist bags, ID card holders e.t.c and they advertise services to be rendered in camp like video coverage/photography

As almost every other youth in the camp wore black veils too, and with the darkness of the night, the other youths simply didn't notice that Caleb had blended in as he wore their uniform. Moreover, they were all specially chosen youths and most of them were very proud, so it was normal if they didn't talk much. Once inside, Caleb observed most were seated meditative for their cultivation, while others were sound asleep in their tents. And up in the air was a huge maelstrom of Reiki, where Reiki was swirling in high densities! Calebe's eyes narrowed, and he used the darkness of the night to sneak behind most of the camps. There were 300 Danmarchians in the camp, so none of them noticed a fore

RING. His phone suddenly vibrated. “What?” he snapped. [“Ohhh—chill”] his friend laughed from the other end. [“Your temper’s flaring again.”] “What do you want?” Loud music and voices echoed through the phone. He was at the club again. Of course. [“Come over to the Eclipse Club. Boss Lee brought in a lot of new pretty girls tonight.”] Matthew exhaled sharply. A full week trapped inside the mansion. A week of confinement and frustration “Fine.”

The moon comes out, big and round, balanced just above the horizon. Efa bends over so her chin is resting on the top of my head and grabs my flushed cheeks. I gently turn from left to right so she can take it all in, gasping as a pattern appears before my eye. The tattoo is a map of the camp. I needed to watch the pack disperse from a higher vantage point to recognize it, but I can’t unsee it now. The fires match the starburst shapes. The dens are the jagged triangles. The swoops and spirals are the worn paths the pack takes as they settled themselves in their accustomed places.

the grumpy dude says. “Adrian,” I say shortly. “How sweet. The last three letters of your names match!” she beams. Damian and I turn to each other and nearly gag. I hadn’t even noticed it before, and now it’s stuck in my head like a cursed jingle. I’ll save that fact for when I need to induce vomiting. “I know you both will be best friends after this camp,” she chirps before leaving. We blink at nothingness for a second, then both gag dramatically.

“You’re just… dropping them off in the woods with strangers?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “They’re trained professionals. You’re sounding paranoid.” “I’m sounding reasonable,” I muttered. “What if something happens? What if–?” “Nathan,” she interrupted with a laugh, “they’ll be fine. It’s a well-organized camp. They’ve got contact numbers, a nurse on site, even allergy-friendly snacks. You don’t have to go full Alpha-Wolf-Dad on me.” She whispered the last bit. I opened my mouth to say something else but stopped.