Disventure Camp Nick Novels & Stories

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.

He wraps me in a hug. "I miss having you right next door." He whispers into my hair. "Me too." I mumble back. "We're still on for birthday traditions?" He asks with a mischievous grin. "Of course." I grin back. We both head into school and to our first classes. The day goes smoothly. I even get a happy birthday hug from Addy. Everyone sings to me at lunch. It's after lunch when the fun begins. Nick and I have birthday traditions. We sneak out of last period and drive up to our parents cabin for the night where we go swimming in the lake, make s'mores and build a fort before snuggling in to watch the fifty shades movies. It's a strange tradition but we've been doing it for years. We did it on

It was a good thing, his son was different from him and Arabella raised him in a normal way. He felt satisfied. When they arrived at the camping ground near the lake, Adam and Bill started to put up their tent. Arabella prepared the table and barbecues. It was Adam’s favorite part of the camping. “Adam! Adam!” Suddenly, a voice of a little boy sounded. A car stopped beside their car. The boy went out of the car and ran towards Adam. “Ivan?” Adam’s expression was stunned but excited. “Ivan!” He also ran towards Ivan and the two boys hugged each other halfway.

I could either resent Uncle Colton or love him as much as my dad does. I chose to love him. As a teenager, he taught me how to ride a motorcycle. We went on annual camping trips. I created the Charity Camp-Away out of my love for hiking, camping, kayaking—and would that even exist without Uncle Colton? He showed me how to start a fire with a flint. How to set up a tent. How to climb rock faces. Apart from the Haynes family, I'm the only one who has ever been to their cabin-treehouse in Costa Rica.

I asked, setting aside the math textbook I’d been pretending to study. “You could say that,” he muttered, loosening his protective gear. “You alright, kid?” “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” I stood, bracing myself. “There’s a group of girls from school going camping tomorrow night. Just overnight. Can I go?” He looked at me. “Camping? Where?” “I think just near the outskirts. They go every year, it’s a thing.” Julian rubbed his chin. “Who’s going?” “Ruby. Laura. Claire. Cherry—”

She shook her head and said, "Don't be silly. Savannah is going to give birth to her fourth child. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't even think about it. There are so many good girls in the world!" Nick woodenly nodded. "Yes, I know." As he spoke, he took out a paper bag from the back seat and handed it to Danica. "Here you are." "What?" Danica was puzzled. She opened it and saw a thermos cup and a thermal lunch box in it. She was surprised and confused. "What is this?" Nick started the car and slowly drove out of Summer Castle. "Well... I know you work at the base and have lunch in their canteen. I am worried that you are not used to it. This is made by my chef.

As Anna drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but think about tomorrow’s camping trip and all the fun they would have together. The next day, after breakfast, the camp leaders gathered everyone and explained that in order to participate in the camping trip, campers would hike up the mountain with a tent and supplies. They gave everyone a tent, supplies, a map and a book for identifying edible plants. Then they explained that there were several trails leading up to suitable campgrounds on the mountain and that campers could identify, harvest and taste wild edible plants growing along the trails. Anna listened intently to the camp leader’s instructions, her mind already racing with thoughts

A bright blue nylon tent was pitched next to it, and a group of four teenagers—probably college kids on an early spring break trip—were huddled around a small camp fire, drinking from red plastic cups and laughing loudly. They were exactly what we needed. Oblivious, vulnerable, and possession of a vehicle that nobody in Victor’s organization would ever look for. "Stay here," I told Nikolai, slipping the heavy leather satchel off my shoulder and tucking it into the dry brush next to his good leg. "Keep the gun ready. If things go sideways, you know what to do." "Clara, don't do anything stupid," he muttered, his fingers weakly curling around my wrist. "They’re just kids."

CHAPTER FIFTY: Jake ~ “Let’s go! It’s almost time!” Evan yelled excitedly. “Coming!” I called back. Today was Nick’s birthday and he was having his first shift tonight. He was currently out in the forest with his parents and a small group of pack members, excluding my parents who were out visiting a neighboring pack about some changes they each wanted to make on our alliance.

Throughout yesterday, I've been avoiding Patrick and Alex, cause I don't think I can handle another drama but now that we are all out to play a game, it'll be impossible to do it here. "Good morning campers!!" The chaperone's voice boomed. " Today, we'll be doing something special. It'll be stretching for three days. " He said and we soon started to murmur. " We'll be going Treasure hunting!" He announced and we all looked up at him. Treasure hunting? As in a real one?