Justin Bieber Backpack Novels & Stories

I stopped him, grabbing for his hand, noticing he had put on some jeans after breaking away from us in the woods. “You left early to go get dressed?” “Of course not,” Justin giggled, his eyes shifting when he picked his hand into his pocket and held up a familiar trinket. “I got this back, too. Of course.” I stared at my necklace in awe.

I’ve been cooking and gathering everything Jai’s allowed to take in the single backpack he’s bringing to the Unseelie Court. A fully stocked first aid kit, extra clothing, a good luck silver coin wrapped in a basil leaf and twine for protection, his pocketknife, hot sauce—because the Goddess knows my boy can’t live without his spice—deodorant, cologne, a water bottle with a filter and purifier, and a fire starter set are already packed. Now I’m finishing the food.

Also I didn't exactly wanna be a sucker, since all the ladies here like his face. I circled the bed. Searching quietly. Lookinb for anything. I searched his side of the wardrobe and found a backpack. Everyone had a black backpack since it was the most common thing one could have. Even I had a backpack exactly like his own. I had to ransack the bag but all I found was underwears... No recently worn clothe, headwear... Nothing else suspicious. I exhaled again. Steven’s voice crackled in my earpiece. I replied, “Not sure, I totally lost him...”

He smiled back, happy with my answer which I suppose he felt was a concession. I was about to carry the little backpack where I had packed the few essentials that I needed. I was not going to take much clothes, especially the expensive ones Jayden had bought for me. I was an Omega and was going to go like that. Moreover it was better travelling light. But as soon as my hands rested on the backpack, the door flung open and Jayson entered uninvited. My eyes opened wide as soon as I saw him. I had Suspected he was bidding his time to attack me but I had not expected it to be so soon. Alpha Jayden's trip must have given him the opportunity he needed.

He’s standing under the tree, grinning like he just won the lottery, holding a bundle of small backpacks in his hands. “Well done. You’re halfway,” he announces, his voice annoyingly cheerful. “For the descent, you’re all going to need one of these.” He holds out a backpack, and my stomach drops. The pack looks small enough, but there’s no way this is just some casual accessory. There’s a catch. There’s always a catch. I step forward and grab one, and the second I lift it, my arm nearly gets yanked out of its socket. It’s weighted. Of course, it’s fucking weighted.

He turned a deaf ear to my requests and placed me gently on the bed. “Here… Take this.” He turned and gave me another brown bag. This was larger and quite heavy. “What is this, Justin?” I peeked inside and then looked up not understanding. There were juice bottles and some crazy snacking stuff. “Just in case you want to kill some time. I brought these.” He shrugged and placed a pillow behind my back, “You just rest and enjoy the snacks. Do let me know if you need anything else. I had no idea what you liked so I picked up chocolates and candies and some biscuits…” He sat beside me on the mattress … closer to me, “Chips…”

“Yeah, we’re working on it, you know. I’d like to eventually work up to taking him out three evenings a week, maybe. Just casual stuff, you know, like going for ice cream or for a walk.” “That’s amazing.” “Well, when it works, it is. But it’s hard, you know. Takes lots of planning and organization.” “Yeah?” “Oh, yeah.” “Like how?” “Well, we had some hits and misses with taking Noah out, but I finally found a thing that he can latch onto when he feels unsafe. I introduced a backpack into the whole thing, and he loves it.” Jax cocked his dark head at her. “A backpack?” “Yeah. He packs up his favorite stuff – his Sudoku puzzles and pencils, his baseball cards – and I give him a juicebox, and th

Justin ran after him, finding Aiden already unboxing the luggage he had brought back. "Tada!" Aiden announced, pulling out a sleek, designer wristwatch. "Oh my gosh, that is beautiful!" Justin beamed. Aiden reached out and pressed the box into Justin’s hand. "This is for you." "What?" Justin froze. "For me? Really?" "And this is for the house." Aiden began to unpack the rest—matching designer hoodies, the latest gadgets, and expensive skincare, all laid out in pairs. "Aiden Lawson, what have you done!" Justin shouted, overwhelmed.

My insides basically liquefied. When we pulled into the parking area near the trailhead, I had crumbs on my shirt, sticky fingers, and a heart that wouldn’t stop hammering. Blake reached into the back seat and handed me a smaller black backpack. “There’s water, fresh fruit juice, candy, and a chicken sandwich in there,” he said simply. I blinked, clutching it to my chest like treasure. “Wait… so this is why you told me not to worry?” He gave the smallest shrug, eyes flicking toward me before looking away. “Maybe.”

So I need to start gathering supplies. The first good thing I find is a backpack. I unzip it and look inside. It’s pretty spacious, and it ought to hold several things without too much trouble. I stuff in the undergarments I found last night and sling it onto my back. As I do, I make a fantastic discovery. In addition to shoulder straps, this backpack has two straps that buckle around the waist and the upper chest. I click them into place, noticing how they change the way the weight of the pack is distributed. If I were a human carrying something heavy, that would be helpful.