Tristan Disventure Camp Novels & Stories

Tristan tries to change the subject of the initial conversation by asking, "How old are you?" “I'll be twenty this year.” Tristan swore to himself, "Oh my God! Seriously? You raped a girl who was much younger than you?" Tristan seems to have trouble speaking because he feels so bad, and it felt so awkward. "Are you still in college?" Tristan is still trying to lighten the mood by asking a few questions for small talk. “Yes, I took the employee class. So, I can study while working.” "All right, Camie, I admit I did wrong to you, but for God's sake, I never intended to harm you or take your crown, everything just happened. Everything happened beyond my control."

Tristan shook his head and realized from this reaction alone that his mother would have a very hard time sleeping tonight. ‘Well, at least from now on, I could already mute the two of them with my newly found abilities.’ Tristan sighed and went on to introduce his father to his beautiful fiancee, Yasmine. * * * Another day ended for the tribe and the forest was usually calm and cold unto the inhabitants around it. The village of Verix and its people slept but some of them were still wide awake and doing a lot of hot deeds in the middle of the night. Warren and Sarah were especially energetic in the love making that they shared together.

I said to him, laughing. "I'm not scared, so it doesn't matter." He said cockily. We both laughed. He started the fire and I prepared something to eat for us. "I'm going to miss Crissy, a lot. She was the fun one and the life of the party." Tristan said as he took a bite out of his sandwich. When he said that, the pain started again. I know she wouldn't want me to sit around crying, but I felt bad camping out without her. She was supposed to be with us, having fun.

"Girls will be sharing with girls. There is a male and female bathroom, and please don't use it for anything inappropriate. This camp is to have fun and to get to know each other. Mr Crane, you're helping me set up some tents." "F^cking hell," Tristan muttered under his breath. "On that note, I have my own tent, and I won't be sharing with anyone," he made that clear with her. "Of course!" Miss Jennings said. But she was taken aback. We took our bags, and then we walked further to where the campsite is. There were lots of trees and bushes, the bathroom facilities were not too far away, and we chose a spot where it was nicer for us. Tristan's tent was a bit further away. I just had to deal wi

The cost of that war had been steep, and Tristan's family had paid a heavy price – Tristan lost two of his older brothers in the conflict. Despite being from a different pack, Tristan had grown closer to us than to his own family. He spent more time in our pack than his own, and we'd grown up together, sharing countless memories. Tristan's adventurous spirit often took him to distant cities and regions, and I'd always envied his freedom. He had been away for close to a month now on one of his escapades, and I'd long yearned to join him, to experience the thrill of exploration and discovery alongside my friend. Without these two people in my life I don't think I would be able to keep my sanit

Frankie’s facial expression turned deadly serious. Tristan pushed the nerves aside. “What’s that?” “I want a hot shower. I miss those.” She watched Tristan's face light up like a Christmas tree. “I think I can manage that condition. You shower, I’ll make us some food.” ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

he snapped, flopping onto the couch. “Fine,” I snapped back, stalking toward the bed. Turning one last time, I stole a glance at him. In just hours, I’d seen so many sides of Tristan—each one a different shade of him. And it was moments like this that made me believe I hadn’t made a mistake standing up to his uncle. Tristan wasn’t the person Nico claimed he was. Tristan was a lot more. But... *You really don’t know why Tristan was expelled from Aspen High...* What if I was wrong? ---

He chuckled, a sound devoid of any real warmth. "There's nothing funny about eating off the floor like a dog or putting a vibrator inside me just to ridicule me in public!" I argued, my face flushing with heat. "It could be our little secret. No one else has to know the details." He giggled with a disturbing edge of excitement. "You'll also be required to perform Embarrassing Confessions, Sara," Tristan said, completely ignoring my mounting horror. "I’ll choose a total stranger, and you’ll be forced to tell them something shameful about yourself. Something that makes them look at you with nothing but pure disgust."

I say with a smile stretching across my face. Tristan's smile brightens impossibly further, and I fear he might blind someone, and that someone being me. “Seriously?” “Mhm.” “That's awesome! We have to do something! You've been held prisoner too long!” He says excitedly, sitting back as I sit up. “Oh, I know! Let's celebrate your freedom! Walker and I can stay in the packhouse tonight, and we can have a bonfire, or at least sit on the deck with that little propane fire table thingy. It'll be so much fun!”

“I’m glad to be the first one to have you over for such a fun event, then.” Tristan offers me his hand, and I take it. He leads me to his room where he changes out of his suit and into a pair of pajamas. I am surprised to see he has a grown-up version of superhero pajamas, with little symbols on the pants and a removable cape. “Would you like to watch a movie?” he asks me. “That’s what I used to do with my friends at sleepovers. We could play some video games, too, though I don’t think we’ll go wrap toilet paper around anyone’s house.”