Disventure Camp Fiore Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Freya Rose Our first night together as Fianna and Fennid was glorious. It was more than just sex; it was intense and mind-blowing. The magnetic connection that we shared was out of this world. The electrical sparks and heat between us, just pushed every single feeling and touch into overdrive. We even burst into flames a couple of times and damn near burned the cabin down. I even think I heard the smoke alarm go off at one point. The bright sun shone through the gaps in the drapes and gently woke me from my slumber. I let out a little moan as I stretched my arms up into the air. It was a great stretch, you know like one of those stretches that feels almost orgasmic, well it was that good.

I certainly didn’t want my mother to know. “Fine. But I mean it, this stays between us. I … found my fated mate at camp. She’s a pup from Kingdom 10 and it’s a nightmare. I rejected her but I feel like garbage,” I mumbled. Just talking about Trixie made me picture her … her soft looking skin, her rosy cheeks. How trusting she was one minute, looking at me with hope and excitement. Then the next looking at me as if she had the strength to tear my head off from sheer anger. I sighed. My father stared at me as if I had two heads and collapsed into a chair.

Camp bursts into view and I see Scarlett sitting upright, blue-rimmed flames fluttering in her palm as if she never truly banked them. Erik kneels beside her, looking worried. Chris and Elliott lean over the map stones, arguing in fierce whispers. I slow down, lungs heaving, heart hammering like the forest still lives inside it. Scarlett’s gaze snaps to me. Firelight paints her eyes gold. “You’re late, we were worried.” “I took a wrong turn.” My smile wobbles. “Met a cryptid with fashion advice.” She frowns, about to interrogate me, but the mirror burns hotter against my skin and all I can say is, “We need to move camp. These trees charge rent.”

She didn’t seem to notice, too focused on her own greed to pay attention to what I was doing. Good. That was my intention. By the time our entrees arrived, her cheeks were flushed and her words were starting to slur. “You know,” she said, leaning forward, “I really did miss you. When I was at that awful camp.” “Tell me about it,” I said. I cut into my steak, feigning innocent interest. She couldn’t know that this was going to turn into an interrogation. “The camp. What was it like?” Deirdre frowned. “It was horrible. Dirty. Smelly. The Rogue King was a monster.”

They go to their cabin as I clenched my hands like she's married to me so how can she allow other man to call her fire even Ted doesn't call her fire, We get the cabin next to theirs which is good because if he tries to anything with her then he's gone. "Campers, it's time to bond with your roomies and have some s'mores, so be outside in five minutes". Almost all the campers are out expect Fire and Nico. They finally come and Sapphire is on a hoodie with shorts and I guess she just had a shower since her hair is wet and wavy. "Okay fire, what're you into ?".Nico asked facing her. "Any type of food". Nico rolled his eyes "Not food since that all you think about okay How old are you?'.

The flames danced to the rhythm of my words, casting shadows that danced across her face, and as the stories unfolded, I saw Sydney becoming more than just a willing listener—she was a part of this narrative now. As the night aged, we sat side by side, the crackling fire and the distant sounds of the woods creating a symphony that whispered of the mystique of the wild. The stories flowed between us, binding us in a shared moment that felt like a bridge between our two worlds. As I looked at Sydney, her gaze locked onto the dancing flames, I knew that this night wasn't just about revealing secrets; it was about weaving our stories together into something entirely new.

“What are you—” “Dawn is gone!” I scream. Anger has boiled up in my chest, and I can’t help but blame Luca for it. Luca and Sophie’s eyes bulge, and Michael begins crying. Sophie picks Michael up to comfort him, and the energy changes immediately. Luca wades to the edge of the pool and gets out. “What happened?” “I just found the house destroyed and Dawn’s mother tied up and on her back. She had to pretend to have a seizure to escape.”

A colorful flyer caught Kevin’s eye. “Look,” he pointed. “A student camp. Right after graduation. Wilderness, bonfires, nature. Your favorite.” Damian snorted. “You mean bugs, smoke, and sweaty humans?” Kevin wiggled his brows. “It will be fun, imagine what if she’s there?” That silenced him. The possibility of his mate being there at the camp is unknown but he would take the chance. Moments later, two false names were written in bold ink at the bottom of the signup sheet:

"Truly?" She nodded. His lips found hers, tentative at first, then with growing hunger. His hand slipped beneath her dress as she moaned against his mouth. When they joined, she bit him, sharing visions of her feelings during the games. He moved with deliberate tenderness, their blood connection making each sensation more intense. As she trembled in his arms, he held her close, feeling her breath against his lips before trailing kisses downward. Finally, she relaxed against him, nestled in his embrace. They dozed off. Hunter heard the twig break under someone’s weight. He jumped up, startling Chloe. His hand on her mouth. Lifted her on his shoulder and bolted back to the camp.

Astrid smiled the moment she saw the fire. "I've decided today's greatest discovery isn't the chest." "No?" Rowan asked. "It's dinner." He shook his head. "I should've expected that." "You really should have." The group laughed as they settled around the fire, grateful for the warmth after the long walk back. For a little while, they spoke about ordinary things. Rosalie complained about frozen fingers, Astrid insisted the mountain had developed a personal grudge against her, and Lucien somehow found a way to compare the camp stew to an archaeological excavation.