Summer Camp Part 6 Novels & Stories

Isis knew things wouldn’t be easy for her or Samuel now that the whole school had heard she was dating the school’s starboy. “Why are you quiet? Anything wrong?” Nora tapped her daughter, seeing the discomfort in her eyes. “Mum, you should have told us!” she scolded. “Max, you kept it from me too??” “Oh, my baby. Your mother insisted we do what other parents did and keep it a secret. Now, where is your brother?” Max looked around. By this time, the other students were trooping out of the tent, meaning the marathon had ended. “The winner of the summer camp marathon for this season is Alpha Samuel Armani from the swimming department!” the speaker announced.

--- Gerald didn’t make it far before the pain came rushing back. He gripped the steering wheel, but his mind had already slipped away—back to that summer. The last one he ever had with her. They were seniors. He’d begged their father—practically wore him down—to let them go to camp together. It took weeks, but eventually, their father gave in. He’d made Gerald promise to look out for Geraldine. And Gerald had. Or at least, he thought he had. That first day was magic. Tents under the trees. Laughter ringing out. He and his friends wanted to explore—just a quick look around before sundown. Geraldine and her friends tagged along.

“But we can’t change the past. What matters is that you have me, your grandpa, your grandma, and Uncle Cole. And we all love you more than enough.” She tilted her head back, her curious eyes searching mine. “So… will he ever come back into our lives?” I brushed a strand of hair from her face and steadied my voice. “Let’s not worry about that..” Her lips pressed into a little pout, but she nodded, the weight of her young loyalty shining through. She loved adventure, yes—but she loved family more. I tapped her nose. “Now, tell me more about this trip. The summer camp. The midterm program at Blood Claw Pack. You’ll meet other children, train, swim, even practice shifting.”

Careful not to draw attention to ourselves or we will be a topic of discussion for the whole summer. The heat in his gaze sparked something deep inside me. The way his eyes watched my lips when I spoke, focused on my boobs while I danced to music. That night in my bunk, under the sheets, I touched myself for the first time imagining his hands, rough and demanding, instead of mine. I bit my pillow to muffle the gasps, my body shaking as I vibrated soaking myself with my cum. It was the last camp, we held a massive bonfire. Some kids shared teary stories about how the week changed them, how much the learnt, the new friends the made. It sounded ridiculous to me, I kept rolling my eyes internall

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

People excitedly chatted in pairs or groups as they headed towards the camp fire set up. “Hola Miserian Campers!” another cheerful counselor was addressing people at the camp fire. Blonde hair, cleanly shaven, blue eyes that could be seen from where I was standing... Half the girls in this place we're already drooling over him. Add the fact that he has a somewhat Mexican accent, they just couldn't help themselves. Some even 'ooing' an 'hola' back as they giggled, “The name's Chris, I'll be your senior counselor this summer. This is Alexa,” he introduced the girl next to him, “She's my partner in crime,” he playfully nudged her shoulder, a gesture that seemed to irritate the girls who were fa

There are still a couple of weeks left before the leaves change color, thus, I am, as you might say, a slacker with too much time in my hands, and as such, I have decided to go to this ‘Summer Camp’. ̶P̶̶l̶̶e̶̶a̶̶s̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶d̶̶o̶̶ ̶̶n̶̶o̶̶t̶̶ ̶̶w̶̶o̶̶r̶̶r̶̶y̶̶.̶̶ ̶

Suzanne gasped. 'Wow!' 'Whoa!' Ethan gaped. Andrew looked indifferent. Ryan looked neutral. 'Welcome Slads of Superhero High to Camp Team Trust!' the man grinned. The camp inside the gate was nothing scary or dreadful of any sort. It was magnificent. Lush green grasses and trees. Sparkling streams and neat looking buildings. The man led them inside. They saw more kids their age doing stuffs together. There was a lot of training areas as well as instructors. The dormitories were in the western part of the land. They passed the storage room where the equipments were stored.

She snuggled her face against my neck "I love you, babe." And this is the finale because you already know what we did that summer. -Fin