Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

But in the morning, I saw Ryder in his hiking boots, preparing some camping stuff. “Where are you going?” “Bachelor’s thing,” he replied. “In hiking boots?” He laughed. “What did you think, love? Strippers and one night stands?” I glared at him. He laughed again. “I promise. No monkey business,” he said. “Jake, Adam, Derek, John, and I are going camping in the woods close to my grandmother’s estate. We’ll trek, we’ll fish, we’ll enjoy the fireflies and we’ll get drunk. Then we’ll head back in the morning.”

"You missed us." "I missed peace and quiet," I replied. Greg perked up. "Oh, then you're gonna love what we came here for." I didn't trust that tone. "Why do I feel like I'm not gonna love it?" "We're going camping," Greg said proudly. "Beach Creek. Just outside the town." "Camping?" I raised a skeptical brow. "You, me, nature, firewood, s'mores," Trevor listed off with the enthusiasm of someone who had never once actually set up a tent.

Two gamblers, both fox-haired and reeking of cheap liquor, staggered toward the end of the street, their laughter bouncing off the low lit alleyways. The taller of the two, Rogers, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the road ahead. And his eyes landed on something.. “Look there,” he muttered, elbowing his friend, Dale. His finger pointed toward the unconscious figure slumped against the tunnel wall. Dale squinted, then let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s a fine-looking man.”

Massacres as they tore their victim's limb from limb for fun. They didn't want to live by the rules and if we forced them, then we would be seen as a threat too. We'd made these mountains our home for years now. I wasn't going to back down just because a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues didn't want to live civilly. "This is like the fifth one in just a month," Scott said. "They're becoming bolder than they were." "They want to challenge us. There's a reason they're doing this so close to the cabins. They want to challenge our power," I told him as I grabbed one of the shovels.

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.

These logical conclusions were not at the forefront of Margaret’s mind because her mind was dominated by the sight before her Then, she heard a scream - Stella’s scream coming from the room close to the fire. Her animal pushed through and the red wolf came into full view before three of the imaginary rogues pounced her way. One of the unshifted rogues was screaming condescending remarks at her, telling her how irresponsible of a mother she was being to her child who was trapped.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

Rodger stepped up and said as calmly as could be. “Yes! Two grand on Dare Bear,” Jamie said excitedly. “I don’t know, man. I saw the Gamma at training this morning,” Beau folded his arms, equally ready to see a fight. “Step aside, Cortina. Mick,” Rodger said. Cortina gave him an incredulous look, but Rodger just smiled. “It will be fine.”

I imagined her frantically trying to guess my passcode so she could get her hands on some juicy secrets she could use in her next sermon. I was considering how relaxing this place was and how I was going to make it my new haunt when I heard a blood-curdling scream. It made me freeze as I tried to find what direction it came from. I heard laughter coming from the woods and then I heard struggling. I ran over not sure what to expect but I knew whatever it was, It wasn’t going to be pleasant. I got to the edge of the woods and hesitated. I’d never been this far out before. Leaving the pack territory wasn’t something we did under two conditions only; it was absolutely necessary or you got kicked

I mumbled to myself as I kept watch, hearing Dante and Izzy talking and chuckling in the distance. What are you up to rogues? I wondered to myself as I looked at the dark trees surrounding the camp for any movement. I had a sense there was something… something different. From what I’ve learned in my time here at the camp, rogue attacks actually rarely happened. It was clear the moment you walked though the clearing of the trees, that with all the cabins, there were enough members here to easily take down a pack of rogues. It wasn’t winter yet, so they couldn’t be desperate for food, and we never kept any lying about for them to sniff out. So why do they keep coming? Is it enough of a coincid