Camp Rock 2 The Final Jam Brand New Day Novels & Stories

A string of saliva and pre-cum connected his tip to my swollen lips. I collapsed forward, coughing, choking, dragging in ragged, burning breaths. I felt like my jaw has been disconnected. After gaining a little strength to say a word. “Is that…the…the wo..worst.. you can do?” I managed to say, with my words sounding like a toddlers pronouciation. He smirked. "We're just getting started." Good, because I am not dead yet.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON three weeks later I tapped my cigarette on the table as I gazed out the window, Blood dripped down my face with my ribs burning and the lit cigarette in my hand. I was covered in fresh warm blood. It's not mine , it's for that fucking dead bastard who owed me ten fucking grand along with 20-balls of coke. It's warm outside, the sun is bright and there isn't a sight of clouds. Birds chirped, the wind blowing causing the large trees to dance with the wind.

This will be Spring II. They will return to the forest and act as though nothing happened. But unbeknownst to them, the forset has changed. But they cannot foresee the doom upon them, so they continue to play. I will use Spring III. Then, the next duo, Georgia and Daniel will take over and act like monsters in the night. I made sure that their moves are very big and intrusive. But they still have a sense of elegance. The kids dressed as the trees and shrubs of the forset will cower in fear from their presence alone. This will be Summer I, II, and III.

She obsessively starts to fidget with her sundress as she runs her fingers over the smooth fabric that is cool to the touch. She startles as the lawyer opens the door and walks in. He smiles at her and offers a hand as he tells her his name. "Hi, I am Todd Johnson. My brother is about 3 minutes older than myself. His name is Ted. Ms. Randall, may I call you Kaitlyn?" He smiles again with his bright whites, and she sees that his teeth are remarkable. She has only seen actors with teeth that white and perfect.

“She’ll turn up.” But she didn’t, not that day, nor the next. “We’re fucked,” said Sam, on the third day. His eyes were red and his chin unshaven. Sleep had evaded them both the past few nights. Sam had even dipped into Jimmy’s coke stash, something he rarely did these days. “We haven’t got an ending, we haven’t got a cast and we haven’t got our leading lady anymore.” “We can fix this,” said Jimmy. “It’s alright, I’ll find her.”

"Can someone please tell me why I left our perfectly comfortable couch to freeze my ass off here?" Eden McBride glared at her three friends waiting patiently in the queue with her. It's been over an hour, but the long line snaking its way around the block had barely moved. Out of all the hangouts in Rock Castle, they had to choose Crush, one of the most challenging clubs to get into, especially on the one weekend when the hottest DJ in town makes an appearance.

Blood filled my mouth, metallic and thick as I tried to breathe through the pain, my body barely responding the way I needed it to. This wasn't a fight anymore, this was a message. And they were making sure I felt every part of it. “Next time,” one of them said, his voice distant now, like I was already slipping too far to fully heat him, “it won't be this easy.” A final kick landed against my side, sharp enough to make everything go white for a second. Then… nothing, no more hits, no more voices. Just footsteps moving away, leaving me there. Broken and barely breathing.

There was no ceremony or celebration. A passerby had snapped photos that day, but since there was no wedding and James never spoke about it, the public dismissed the pictures as nothing more than a prank. That hidden past had become the cleanest cut between him and me. Closing the news feed, I lifted a cup of warm coffee and took a slow sip. Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling across the table, gentle and warm, like the opening notes of my new life. As for his lively scandals, they no longer concerned me. However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go.

“I was.” Memories from last night wash over me — the club, the slow dance, the way he didn’t kill the guy who tried to hit on me, the tacos on the hood of the car. Vex laughing. Vex drunk. Vex free. Today, everything feels final. “Last day,” I say quietly. He drops his arm and looks at the ceiling for a beat, jaw tightening. “Yeah. Last day.” Because we both know what waits for us back home isn’t blue water and late-night tacos. It’s council politics, threats, men who don’t like that the marriage happened. And somewhere in all of it — Kade.

Camela’s scream echoed through Vincent’s chest as he held her close. Her scar glowed white-hot, spilling fire through the air. The dust city shuddered with every tremor of her body. The stranger stood calmly, the journal pressed against his chest. His smile remained soft, almost gentle, but his voice was like a knife. “Say it, Camela. Say your name before I do. Claim it, or I will carve it louder than your father dared.” Vincent’s claws dug into the ground, leaving deep scars in the dust. His voice roared like a storm. “You reopen that book, and I’ll paint the city with your blood.”