James Disventure Camp Novels & Stories

This camp is not treating me right. The sun rose, and I was still stuck in bed. “Adrian, come on,” Damian called. Oh? You think we’re good now? After what I’ve seen? He doesn’t know I know his deep, disgusting, nasty secret but I can use that. Oh, Damian, you’re going down. At first, I thought it’d be a normal day—exercise, Bible study, same boring routine. But no, as I kept feeling someone watching me. Like, even during my morning chat with Jay, I could feel eyes on us.

James and I would never let off anyone who bullied my sister. After I finished everything, I suddenly realized that I had no strength left in my body. Once a person had no purpose in life, it seemed like life was pointless. Until one night, my mom brought my sister to see me. She said that she wanted to take me with her to find a new father. So I carried the fragrance of the flowers in the house and held their hands and went to a faraway place together... [Extra] My name is James, a puppet who was raised as an heir from a young age.

He did not require as much time out roaming or running. As we approached the large building I hurried James inside and as I got inside I set him up at the counter with a large snack working on his homework. As he worked on his school work, I pulled out several of my supernatural books and began my long research into the mystery of Roman. It had to be true. Romans complete history could all be explained by the stories that I had heard early on in my history of the supernatural world. I would need to question Adrik for sure as he was supposed to be the long distant relative of King Lycaon of Arcadia. Having completed as much reading as I could for the night I quickly went over James' work and

"You related to Jack?" It shouldn't have felt like a slap to the face. I hadn't ever seen this guy. He didn't know who I was. Somewhere in my mind, I had assumed Daddy or Sarah or maybe even Austin would have at least mentioned Jack had two daughters, not just one. Apparently, that wasn't the case. "His daughter." The recognition I hoped for never crossed his face. "And you are?" "Tommy Campbell. Second in command." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his well-fitted jeans. "Sorry to say I didn't realize Sarah had a sibling."

Shantal blushes as she starts to apply it to Steve. Shantal and Steve walk back up the stairs back into the Kitchen. Shantal notices a dark figure on the couch watching TV. "Hey dad!" Steve says as she walks over to the living room. Shantal follows behind as if she were a pet to Steve. Mr. Jameson waves to Steve and Shantal as he sets down the remote. "Have you ever been to my factory slash boot camp?" He says to Shantal, with no expression as always. "Uh, no, I cant say I have." She replies, confused as to where this is leading. "Pack your bags. You're a solider now. The boot camp will be your new home for the next 3 years." Mr. Jameson says nonchalantly. "Well, I guess that means that the

It was as if he expected us to fall back into the family dynamic we used to have without addressing the deep rift between us. But James was happy. For tonight, that was all that mattered. I’d play along for his sake, no matter how uncomfortable it made me. With the snacks prepared, I carried them over to the living room, setting the tray on the coffee table. “Alright, campers. We’ve got crisps, marshmallows, and biscuits. That’s the best I can do for wilderness rations.” James clapped his hands together excitedly. “Mummy, you’ve got to join us in the tent! There’s room!”

Our parents never even noticed we were gone, why would they? And we told our staff if they said anything about being gone so long, we’d get them fired. I smile as a memory takes over. One of our first times as nine year olds… James grins. “This is going to be ours one day.” I look at him. “What if it falls down?” “Then we’ll fix it.” I believe him. I always do. Inside there’s broken furniture, old curtains hanging, and a fireplace. James pulls the bread and cheese he stole from the kitchen out of his backpack. I dump out the little matches and paper I took from behind the bar at home.

I walked to tent 66. She looked startled when I entered. But she quickly put on a sweet smile. I knew she must have heard from Quincy that I was too poor for a membership card, which explained her surprise. To scout the layout, I played along and had sex with her in the tent. By evening, the campfire party started. Quincy spotted me and batted her eyes before running over to grab my arm. "Why haven't you visited us for so long?" I glanced at her. "Been busy with work."

And one of the reasons its calamity rate is in between STORM, and DRAGOON calamity rating. At the outskirt of this forest lives only common and rare mobs, but the deeper you walk inside, the dangerous monster will appear. Here's a boy, age eight to ten years old, camping at this dangerous forest. Mohammed Mahakuttah Kiram. Camping another night within the forest of Gatoh, Kiram find immediately another spot for him to sleep during the night.

The safari truck rumbles over a dirt road, bouncing enough that Megan lets out a delighted squeal every time we hit a bump. Caden’s got her sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around her tiny frame like she might fall out the second he blinks. James is beside me, wide-eyed, clinging to the open window bar and pointing wildly at every blur of movement in the bush. “Did you see that?! That was a lion!” he gasps, eyes nearly bugging out of his head.