Oliver Disventure Camp Novels & Stories

If I wasn’t already nervous for my mother's reaction, I’d have found that act very funny. “She doesn’t know?” Livie said accusingly. "No.” I replied swallowing. “What trip, Richard Marcus Sanders?” Mom asked again. Double shit, they had called me by my name twice in a space of forty minutes, this was a new record. “Well, you see, dear mother.'' I began persuasively “as you well know, Olivia’s birthday’s on Saturday and because I have to work I won't be able to be there, therefore, I proposed her to go to Santa Monica next week and spend the weekend there, and before you ask” I kept saying quickly when I saw her intention to interrupt “I spoke with his father and he said he was fine, but that

Olivia asked, sounding desperate. "Wow! Look, guys! Olivia, our friend from middle school is still roaming the streets!" exclaimed Yasmin --- a girl who once went to school with Olivia. "What a sad your life," said Lisa, who was standing next to Yasmin. "It's sad, but isn't that what Olivia had to get as a child without a family?" Napper replied to Lisa's words. Both Yasmin, Lisa and Napper, they laughed together. Laughing at poor Olivia's fate. Unlike Olivia, the girl was trying desperately to maintain a strong expression on her face.

It was like he knew all the possible ways to get me to agree, and since I was assured that Cleo would be safe, I didn’t have any problems agreeing to go with him. *** Oliver’s home town was located in one of the small villages in the outskirts of the Silver claws pack. It was his parents house, but since he didn’t have a home of his own as an adventurer, he always referred to this place as his base. He was raised by his single mother who was called Annie, and they lived in a small house with two bedrooms. Annie owned a farm, and she preferred the simple village life rather than those who had to deal with the hustle and bustle of living in the city.

(Oliver) “It’s no use Oliver!…let’s just run and try to live right now!…after we live…let’s just leave this rundown groups and become adventurer ourselves!….LOOK!!..IT”S AETERNUM MILITARY TRUCKS!!…WE’RE SAFE!!!…HEY OVER HERE!!!!…”.(Loki)

It hurt like hell, but he made no sound as the boy said, “You can feed them that one, ‘cuz I got this one.” “Careful,” Julian murmured, watching the boy. “I gots it,” Oliver said matter-of-factly, though he clearly didn't. He started walking toward the back of the estate, leaving a trail of kale behind him like Hansel and Gretel with breadcrumbs. At the rate the boy was going, none of it would actually make it to the pond. “Here,” Julian said, struggling slightly as he opened the second bag. “Let’s trade.” Oliver shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but he traded bags anyway before heading toward the water. “Come on, I’ll show you!”

It wasn’t every time i was able to will myself into doing something I wanted despite it triggering my anxiety. This was something I needed to do; for myself. “Remind me why I decided to follow through with this again?” I groaned out as we climbed up yet another hill. “Trust me, it would be fun” Oli reassured me, a bright smile dominant on his face as he dropped sn arm over my shoulders. I hope camping today would easy off the tension and stress I had been plagued with throughout the week. Soon enough, we got to where Oliver had prepared. It looked cozy, with the tent and fireplace set up for night time.

“I am alright, son. You don’t have to worry too much about me. I’ll make you some breakfast then.” I couldn’t believe my son, Oliver, was already seventeen. He had the same blonde hair as mine and a beautiful pair of brown eyes. He was ready to join his first year in the training camp to enhance his combat skills, whether hand-to-hand or in shifted form. Oliver was a kind kid. He never gave me a single headache ever since he was little, and when he was old enough and confident in himself, he told me he would protect and take care of me. I was blessed to have him by my side even after all the horrors I went through in the past.

Olivia rolled her blue eyes before hitting Tiz with her pillow, sticking her tongue out at him. I giggled again and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag, holding my pillow as I waited for Owen to begin the story again. I might be the youngest heir, but I’m not scared of some campfire story. I’m an alpha heir. Being five doesn’t mean I will fear whatever story Aunt Talia made up to scare Owen and Olivia. Besides, it can’t be that scary. Right?

Oliver said, bringing his elbows to the table in an attempt to relax a little bit, while observing his brothers. Damon rolled his eyes. “But it’s a good deal. Water man. Water.,we won’t have to spend the ridiculous amount of money we have been spending just to get it.” He reasoned, but Oliver was not having it. “This is Kayla’s father we are talking about here. I mean, I tried to think about it and say yes, but I just couldn’t.” Especially after last night. Oliver had gone to toss the sheets into the washing machine by himself. No way was he allowing Kayla’s vulnerability be seen by the keying eyes of his pack staff who worked in those house.

Remember, he is a playboy and doesn’t give a damn about you as a person. “Hi, I am Olive. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand. He took it into his large hand and gave me a firm business shake. “Jareth, Melody’s brother. This is my friend Brian.” He motioned to the blonde Abercrombie model beside him. Brian stepped up and also shook my hand. “So, you are Meldoy’s handler?” “I do not need a handler!” Meldoy protested “I am a mature young woman who just so happens to know how to have a good time.”