Camp Rock Novels & Stories

He smiles warmly. "Not now fucker, you could have said that earlier" I turn my gaze to him and he continues moving the car. The silence resumes till the car halts at the front of a club I assume. I step out of the car and walk into the entrance. A guy looking like the security stops me and asks for my invitation and I'm stalked. Why would Avery leave me with this fucker since she knows this party is based on the invitation?

Amy As the sun filtered through the towering trees, the campsite came to life with a sense of quiet anticipation. A gentle mist rose from the nearby lake, creating an ethereal veil that softened the edges of the camp. The aroma of roasted pork through the crisp morning air, mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. Tents, like sentinels of adventure, stood in neat rows, their nylon sides shimmering with dewdrops. Birds, perched on branches above, sang a harmonious chorus, welcoming the new day with cheerful melodies.

My heart starts thudding violently against my chest, the very instant. Did he find out my hair is fake? "Seems like you haven't had a good sleep in a while. Sleep, I'm not disturbing," he smiles at me and moves back. I immediately close my eyes and pause the music, only to hear my heart still pounding like crazy in my ear. How am I going to manage him until we reach there? It'll take more than three and a half hours to reach the Hondbill National Park where we will be spending the next three days, camping.

Park on the gravel shoulder meant for people having car trouble and take the short walk out to the rocky outcropping that makes a half-moon shape, offering an unusual cage of privacy. As a teen, my friends and I would come camping out here. It’s not a legal campground which is why the rocks are so helpful for concealment for building tents, tending fires… And other activities. Rex follows me, just as he did five years ago. A California boy, but not a desert boy. He was freaked out by the lack of streetlamps and the distant call of coyotes. I had to assure him they would never be interested in him since there was no meat on his bones.

“We’re out in Montana right now at a camping music fest. No Name is playing their final night here, and the energy’s unreal. There are tents and vans everywhere, people hanging with their crews, supporting small artists, soaking in the vibes. Highly recommend hitting up a local festival if one’s rolling through your town.” I flipped the camera and panned across the scene outside—colorful tarps, a guy juggling fire, two girls doing glitter makeup in a side mirror. “This is Camp No Name,” I said proudly, zooming in on our ridiculous flag. “Ten out of ten, no notes.”

The campfire had burned low, leaving only glowing embers and the thick scent of pine smoke hanging in the cool night air. We had planned this camping trip for months, just the two of us, to escape the stress of final exams and city life. A small tent, a secluded spot deep in the national forest, and a bottle of cheap whiskey we brought along for old times’ sake. No signal. No distractions. Just stars, silence, and each other.

The lawyer asked. Carolyn opened a notebook and read: "In May 2018, our family went camping at Carpenteria State Beach in California. I made sure I was nude when Dad entered our tent. I made no move to cover myself. He backed out of the tent and went for a walk, alone. In June of the same year, I entered the shower at home while he was showering. Instead of touching me or anything, he got out of the shower. His penis did react favorably to my nudity, but he did nothing other than become erect." "Are those the only two incidents?"

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

He said, “Now leave me the hell alone.” I loosen my hands as he pulled out of them. I couldn’t believe what he just said. Now everything makes sense. This is the reason why everyone hates RasterBook. They know he is a killer. During the mid-year holidays, our grade at our school went on a winter camp. My friend and I were part of it. It was compulsory for our grade. Apparently, we were camping a few kilometers from where my friend grew up. He convinced me to escape the place and go at his place, he was talking about real money so I couldn’t refuse.