Oliver Disventure Camp Novels & Stories

What is it with baseball boys when it comes to leaving women with that kind of reaction? “Well,” she starts, clearing her throat. “We had a good time. We spent spring break together, alternating sleeping over here or at his dorm room. And most of our dates he’d take us driving somewhere far off campus, like this cute little restaurant off the coast that serves the most amazing seafood and sangria. And then, we camped out at the beach one night too.” “Camped?” I raise an eyebrow. “As in a tent?” “Oliver is helping me expand my horizons,” Rachel retorts defiantly, folding her arms. “I can camp now.”

When the wind finally died down, the damage was clear. Six tents destroyed. Half the food storage ruined by water. The fire pit would need to be completely rebuilt. And one of the collapsed tents had belonged to a young wolf named Oliver. The same Oliver who'd challenged Damoew to carry hunt kills on his first day. Oliver stood looking at the wreckage of his shelter. Everything he owned was soaked or destroyed. "I can help rebuild," Damoew offered. "I don't need your help." "I know. But I'm offering anyway."

He was ashamed to bring up his childhood memories, and wanted to punish Noah right now. When we were in high school, Oliver had been stealing from his parents, just to help his girlfriend, not knowing he was indirectly feeding her side chick, a baseball player. “Go to hell Noah,” Oliver cursed, and it caused more laughter from both of us. After minutes of teasing him, I get down to business. “What else do I need to know?” “There’s a matchmaking company that was affected,” Oliver answered. “You can silence them.” “It’s shut down, with the disappearance of the girl,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr. McTavish for teaching me how to light a fire. “ she muttered to herself. She searched the cave for anything that could burn for heat. Olivia wasn’t the first to use the cave. Someone had a small pile of wood in a corner. That would do till morning. Over in the night Olivia developed a fever. With the fever came dreams of her mothers death and her father sending her away. She thrashed and turned fitfully through the night. She woke to the howl of a wolf in the distance. She got up weakly and set small fires along the caves edge. Knowing that would keep them at bay till morning. The last of her energy was spent. She passed out in a fretful sleep once again. What she didn’t know

Jacob POV. I couldn't believe what Oliver did, he didn't go to a party like last year, he went to a BAR!! A bar where he could get hurt, someone could kidnap him, or worse. If that wasn't enough he took the new puppy with him, now Lila is in deep trouble same as him. I planned on punishing him but since disciplining him didn't work and he still wants to run away to a bar, I need to get creative with him.

It's really a tough one. Oliver notices their fidgety attitude. He can't blame them for being like this since he is also hesitating a little bit. But he gets himself together in no time. Oliver claps his hands to get everyone's attention and breaks the eternal silence. "We don't have time guys. It's a long trip to England from Romania. Let's go now. We have a Vampire Lord to hunt down!" His jolly and energetic call shakes the squad and they start moving from their respective places.

He spoke low again and continued to eat. “Damn it,” Oliver sighed, “Come on, can’t I fucking get a chance to eat?” he stood up next, “I swear I hate being the gamma.” “So challenge me,” Andre winked and then continued to eat the bacon from Oliver’s plate in triumph. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away. Oliver I didn't care if he was following me. Once I got to my car I was out of here. What were they going to do? Kidnap me?

'I've asked the two judges to remove Olivia's name from the list, she mustn't step foot in Havilah city, as her father and a member of the association, don't tell me you're unaware of what she is' * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* When Olivia regained her senses, there were two additional figures in her quarters and she smiled, they had really gone on a dangerous mission because there were additional scars on thier faces and thier skin was far from radiant. " You are back!" She squealed " We just got back,Pampered heiress, you missed me didn't you" Olivia nodded " Of course, I missed you " Eight snickered at Meek " I told you she would miss me, didn't I" " I missed you as well "

“Listen, Teresa knows me well, I love staying on my own. The only time you would believe I hate you is if I tell Teresa to break up with you, but since I am still allowing you two to be together, then it’s all good, don’t you think? I mean, I let you tag along on this trip and a lot of those high schoolers.” “You are a high schooler,” Oliver said and Xavier scoffed softly with a faint smile on his lips. He glanced at the boy in front of him and sighed, almost shedding off the ice he had built around himself to protect him but he stopped himself, he needs to withdraw from him, like stay clear off from him. Clearing his throat, he took the plate of barbecue from him, “I will eat this, thanks.”

Oliver approached with a team mate, Ben, at his side, laughter still clinging to them like static from whatever inside joke they’d been carrying across the quad. Their voices blended into the general noise of the camp—shoes scuffing pavement, distant music, the low buzz of people who hadn’t quite decided whether the night was over yet. Oliver’s eyes found hers almost instantly. They always did, like a reflex he hadn’t managed to unlearn. “Hey, Sloane,” he said, easy and warm. “We were about to grab something in the main lounge—wanna come?”