Oliver Disventure Camp Novels & Stories

He looked around for a while and started to type on his computer and also a few things that I didn't quite understand. Oliver is a certified hacker and he knows his way around these things, yes and he is also working as my driver but that's twice a week the rest of the week he is a hacker, a very good one at that. “It was activated just two weeks ago and I have some videos and pictures, would you do the honours sir?” Oliver turned the laptop to me. I stared at him thinking of what he just said, was I even ready???. “I heard that barbecue is outside sir , Miss Desiree told me about it!”

Next time I won’t need anyone to protect myself against a group of wolves. The camp buzzes with noise and chatter as usual. Everything looks the same except that one member of the camp is gone. My jaw tightens. The memory of Kyle makes my stomach twist. I grit my teeth and force the memory away. Kyle had blended himself so well into the training camp that no one suspected him of having ulterior motives against Bronze. Near the training field, Olivia stands surrounded by a crowd. She was talking to them and smiling softly. People are fawning over her like she’s some kind of a celebrity.

warned Trevor. Oliver nodded, maybe he should bring it back, but being in her presence he just wanted her to love him, want him, like he wanted her. They both dived into the water after her, swimming to the shore. Raven looked upland, lights were shinning bright in the distance. “Let me scout ahead and get a lay of the land,” offered Oliver. “How do we know you’re not going to set a trap?” “I killed two wolves for you last time,” replied Oliver, she really hated wolves, although she didn’t feel that way with Alvin…

"Oliver, did you think you would be able to escape from us so easily? You idiot, you got yourself into a dilemma from which there is no way out. One of them shouted, signaling to his partner to come forward, and Oliver took a few steps back, trying to push Catherine behind him, afraid of them. One of them reached him, pulling him away from her. He caught his neck, lifted his body into the air, and roared with it: "You play with fire, how did you dare to kidnap Kayden's daughter, you moron? Do you intend to open the gates of hell for all of us? » Oliver fidgeted under the intruder's grip, muttering between his short breaths: 'I'll take her away from everyone, I won't let anyone know my connec

I wasn’t entirely sure if Oliver senior liked me or not after that statement. “All of them have seen us together here at camp. I still have two battalions out looking for the last pack of werewolves. They haven’t seen anything yet. None of them will talk.” Oliver poured four drinks and handed each of us one before taking the last one for himself. He sat down beside me and put his hand on my leg, making me jump slightly. He was so at ease touching me in front of his parents!! “Oliver, sweetheart, you mentioned a first mate.” His mother looked a little uneasy as her eyes shot from me to Oliver and back to me.

Oliver and I has been camping together since we were six. The wooded area of Burton Grove is not too far from our house, so our parents allowed us. Oliver's family took to a short vacation, so I had to go by myself. I'm almost done setting up my tent when I heard a scream. It was the voice of a girl not far away from where I am. "No! Please stop! Leave me alone!" Despite the rapid beating of my heart, I ran as fast as I could. I followed the girl's voice. And what I saw scared the hell out of me.

"I'll have you know I can waltz with the best of them. When I'm not knocking over seafood platters, that is." The afternoon slipped by easily, conversation flowing from childhood stories to future plans. Oliver talked about his dreams of implementing new conservation methods, his eyes lighting up as he described projects he hoped to lead someday. As we walked back toward campus, the late summer sun casting long shadows, I realized something – for the first time in months, I'd spent an entire day just being myself. No pack politics, no complicated histories, no carefully measured words. "I had fun today," Oliver said as we reached my building, his hand warm in mine.

POV: Luther The border camp hummed with uneasy quiet. Canvas walls fluttered, wolves moved like shadows, and oil lamp smoke threaded into rain. We’d pitched on neutral ground close enough for Red Moon to see us, far enough they couldn’t claim we’d come home. Olivia worked near the trucks, the kids wrapped in blankets, her laptop open on a crate. She turned the generator’s grind into the background and typed through it, one breath from another war. When I passed, Rowan tracked me the way a cub watches weather. Hyden followed, restless. They were learning what wolves look like when they aren’t monsters.

From red, it changed color to blue, then to yellow, creating a knot in my brow. “How did you do that?” I was stunned to see this side of Oliver. I wondered if there was anything he could not do. He seemed skilled at everything. “I often interact with kids, so I might as well learn a few tricks to keep them entertained. It worked all the time. See how it’s working with you.” He told me. I nodded. Then, for his finale, Oliver showed me a man’s wallet and asked me to open it. To my surprise, it blazed with fire and I dropped it in startlement.

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.”