Shane Grey Camp Rock Novels & Stories

She tapped a few buttons, and from where she was, she could clearly see the live feed from one of the drone cameras she’d authorized. The "Sacred Grove." To the wolves, it was where their ancestors’ spirits supposedly hummed in the roots of the ancient cedars. To her, it was six hundred acres of prime timber and untapped geothermal energy that Roman had been too "traditional" to monetize. From her screen, she saw everything perfectly well. Six massive, yellow D11 bulldozers had their engines kicking up plumes of black soot that stained the morning air. They were lined up at the edge of the forest like a row of teeth ready to devour.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Zayn warned and she turned her face from him trying to contain the ticking bomb in her mouth but she could never. Her face reddened and she suddenly burst into uncontrolled laughter. Kimberly paused to turn and see her and also noticed the awkward look on Zayn's face. "You two are crazy and weird as fvck" She cursed bitterly. They heard a loud behind and turned quickly to see Shane who staggering towards them with blood scattered all over his face. "Shane, are you alright?" Allegra rose to her feet quickly and he responded, "I'm a wolf" He tried to reach out to them but an unseen force repelled him strongly.

“This is going to be fun, babe. Lots of time alone in the woods.” I forced a smile, but my eyes were already scanning the crowd for Gray. He stepped off the bus a moment later, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, looking unfairly good in simple camp clothes a fitted gray t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and athletic shorts that showed off his powerful thighs. Our eyes met across the clearing. The spark was instant. Electric. He gave me the smallest nod before turning to follow the guys to their cabins. My stomach flipped. This camp is going to be dangerous.

"Smooth one, Romeo." Shane wipes his shoulders. "The ladies better be ready, because they don't know what's coming." He grins. I scoff. "Yeah, disappointment. " Shane shoves me almost knocking me off my heels. "Careful!" "Never." He says in an evil tone. Hayden looks at his watch. "Better get going if we want tables." "Let's party!" I yell. Feral is a short, two block walk from the training camp property. By the time we get there, it's packed!

Real men don’t cry. “Yeah,” Nate replies, low-keying the breaking of his voice with a cough. “That’s why I said ‘SECOND Summer Capital’.” “Oh, so like you and me. You’re the second popstar of the Philippines.” “Aniya,” Nate refuses empathically. “I’m the illegitimate kid who’s sent to a paramilitary camp because his mother and stepfather are embarrassed of him. I’m no idol material.” Even though Shadow’s motorcycle, a brand-new-looking Yamaha MT-09, has warmed up enough and Nate doesn’t want to stay a second longer near Camp Unplugged, they make idle chit-chat because they both know they won’t be able to talk properly once they ride.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”