Summer Camp Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I feel like I'm being dragged into the Hunger Games." She chuckled as we stepped into the ice cream shop. We hastily walked to the counter, where I ordered a double scoop of chocolate and strawberry, my go-to, while Lily ordered mango and cookies and cream. We brought our colorful cones to a small corner table while settling into the pastel-colored seats. Lily twirled her spoon in her cup. "You're overthinking it, Sarah. You know what? Summer camp will be fun. Who knows, maybe you'll find your mate there."

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

I asked, setting aside the math textbook I’d been pretending to study. “You could say that,” he muttered, loosening his protective gear. “You alright, kid?” “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” I stood, bracing myself. “There’s a group of girls from school going camping tomorrow night. Just overnight. Can I go?” He looked at me. “Camping? Where?” “I think just near the outskirts. They go every year, it’s a thing.” Julian rubbed his chin. “Who’s going?” “Ruby. Laura. Claire. Cherry—”

Maybe I was destined to feel this only for him. "Well we have to leave you now, Joshua has to open up the salon and I have to meet with the real estate agency." Anthony said as he and Joshua got up. "Well see each other this weekend for camping, Summer you said you know a perfect spot." Huh, Summer had no clue, somehow I think she never even went camping. "Yes, my driver will pick us all up and drop us off." Summer said, her eyes shined as she looked at Anthony. It was either the shine of love or the shine of a hangover, either way it was nice to see.

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

“Totally thrives on this. Loves every second.” I nod. “Yep. And Josh… well, he’s chaos incarnate.” We both laugh softly, glancing at the boys and then back at Gavin, noticing the subtle way he shifts his weight, always quietly aware, letting the antics play out around him. “And that,” Gemma whispers, grinning, “is why summer will never be boring with this crew.” I chuckle, letting the thought settle in. “Never boring… definitely not.” Eben stretches dramatically, still dripping, and grins. “By the way… bonfire tonight. Full-on chaos. Fire, drinks, music—the works. Don’t worry, it’s going to be wild.”

“We can figure all of that out later. For now, what do you say we hit the beach and relax a bit before I take you on a proper date tonight?” Aiden couldn’t help but grin up at him; he could read her better than anyone, had always been able to, with Jessie being a close second. But he somehow had always had a knack for it, had spirited her off on more than one occasion over the years when he caught her getting overwhelmed or too stressed. More often than not, a walk along the shore helped clear her head and redirect her energy and she’d always been grateful for the solid friend she had had in him. Where Jessie was the extrovert, the one who thrived on chaos and overstimulation and fed on it,

The house was quiet around them—Max and Nora had gone to bed hours ago, and Fatima had finally stopped texting, and the only sounds were the click of Isis's keyboard and the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chirp of crickets outside the window. She wrote about the summer camp first, because that was where it had started even though she had not known it at the time. She wrote about the way Samuel had looked at her across the pool deck, the way he had said her name like it meant something, the way they had stayed up too late talking about nothing and everything and the particular terror of being nineteen and feeling something you could not name.

“They do ART and SCIENCE and WATER PLAY!” “Summer camp sounds fun. We’ll sign you up.” Seraphine reviewed the paperwork. “It’s only three weeks though. What about the rest of summer?” “The rest of summer I can stay home with Dada and James and we can do ADVENTURES!” Damien, overhearing this, looked concerned. “Adventures? What kind of adventures are we planning?” “GOOD adventures! Park adventures and museum adventures and maybe beach adventures if we’re very good!” Charlotte had clearly been thinking about this extensively.

“Not waiting for dessert?” “It’s later. They’re going to have a campfire and we’re having s’mores.” Steph gave an exaggerated moan. “Marshmallows, graham crackers, and gourmet dark chocolate.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she added, “Be still, my heart.” “That sounds like fun.” Anne walked over and flopped down on a chair at one of the small tables. Of course, she really didn’t know. During the summers when Christa and Steph went off to summer camp, Anne’s parents had made sure she attended fat camp. S’mores were most definitely not on the menu, but a weeklong course of intimidation and shame had been enough to ruin her appetite.