Camp Rock 2 Wouldn't Change A Thing Novels & Stories

To those who are reading, this story will be revised to meet the requirements of the platform's readers. I am looking to revise the storyline to a more "Westernised" and fast paced realistic environment. For those who have been reading before the story was locked, I hope to keep your attention by improving the storyline. Do hit me up in comments if you are looking forward to this! And sorry for the long wait. In the meantime I have updated my new book Scarlet, which also revolves around a Reincarnation storyline but more modern and with Western environment. I hope you like it!! Regards, Writer of the story.

Why the fuck would he do that? “I’m sorry” “Fuck You James” - I say walking away from him. I don’t look back. I can’t. My heart is broken as what I’ve always wanted to happen but now I didn’t want it anymore. How could he break the bond with his mate and do this? What was he thinking? I keep walking till I find the lake. It is a hot summer day, so I take my top off leaving me on my sports bra, I undress my shorts and I jump into the cold water of the lake.

I died with Lily's fang necklace in my fist and their names on my dying breath. --- Now, I looked at the pen on the table. I looked at Liam's grief-stricken face—so perfect, so practiced. I picked up the pen. And I threw it in the trash. "I'm not signing." Liam's eyes widened. "Sophie—" "There's nothing wrong with Lily. She's not Rampage. I want a second opinion."

Sunlight hit hard, but it couldn't thaw the ice sitting in my chest. From here on, it was me and my twins. We'd walk away from the mafia's shadow and start fresh. I'd be strong. I'd guard them with everything I had. And no one—ever again—would touch us.

That was until the third night, during the college talent showcase. When Maya and Wayne were performing some cheesy love duet on stage, I stormed on and snatched the microphone from their hands. Facing the entire student body and the college administrators, I said, “I’m reporting Maya Summers by name. She wasn’t working as a waitress at that bar; she was selling herself. And I’m also reporting Wayne Grey for gambling and for selling an animal.”

“I was just teasing you Jason, I don’t expect you to paint.” “I want to.” “But…” I tried to tell him but he insisted. I watched him go over and grab a paint brush as he said, “I can start trimming if you want to continue rolling.” “You’re sure?” I was certainly glad for the help and the company. “I do have a request now that I’m here Tessa,” he said after about an hour. “What?” I said concerned. “I’m going to have to change this radio station.” He walked over and changed it.

Maddie beat me to it. “Well,” she announced, stretching her legs onto the chair across from her while lazily raising her beer bottle toward the firelight, “now this finally feels like an actual camping trip, because so far tonight we've had somebody crying, somebody playing the role of a heroic rescuer, somebody almost ending up in jail, and honestly the only thing we're missing at this point is a stupid drinking game and a soundtrack from the early 2000s so we can officially complete the full American college-movie experience.” “Thank you for the reminder,” I replied dryly, already regretting returning.

He slammed the desk and barked, "Enough! This ends here. Go to orientation camp and stop causing trouble." I walked out with anger burning in my chest. … That afternoon's orientation camp drill took place under a scorching sun. The field felt like a giant steamer. My skin reacted badly to prolonged exposure, so I wore the sun-protection jacket my father had prepared for me. Its fabric was engineered with a special coating and blocked UV rays dozens of times better than anything sold on the market—and its price matched. During the break, everyone else was flushed red and sweating buckets. I was the only one who still looked relatively fresh, aside from a light sheen on my forehead.

"Sorry, I just checked with the front desk, and they said there's a fire drill tonight. So, no vehicles are allowed up the mountain." I paused, then added coldly, "Besides, isn't Sandy wearing that turtle cushion on her butt? It has the protective charm inside that I got from Mount Cloudview. With the universe protecting her, I'm sure she won't freeze to death." Owen was beside himself with rage on the other end of the line. "Brooke, you're just jealous and petty! That stupid turtle cushion is useless! If anything happens to Sandy because of the cold, I'll make you pay!"

"You said you wanted to do this. You said you didn't want to get married to Gary as a clueless virgin who doesn't even know how to please a guy. Sweetie, this is your chance to break down that wall you've been holding up for years. You're not married yet. Go find a guy in there, have some fun, and act like nothing happened tomorrow." "Lili's right," Billy, my second bestie, chimed in supportively. "You have every right to let loose. It was your decision to come here, and honestly, I respect you for wanting to experience someone else before binding yourself to the man you've loved all your life." Numbly, I nodded in agreement. We stepped out of the car and into the flashing lights of the club