Book Of Caleb Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Caleb didn't want to die, not without knowing, not without hearing HIM say those words. He sniffed the air for that scent, the scent of burning woods blending smoothly with that of salty seawater. The familiar scent and he breathed a sigh of relief when he caught it. The scent was strong enough to bring tears to his eyes but he fought against them and hurried forward, pushing himself harder, faster and soon he broke into a sprint, running at full speed, stumbling several times and falling, but each time he picked himself up, and he ran. It was hard, really hard and he could tell he was getting weaker and weaker, his lungs burned with every shallow inhale and each gasp for air but he continue

He said no words, as he waited for Nolan to elaborate, as he knew he would. “I always knew you to be one who would be quenched by his own youthful exuberance, but I never imagined you would lay with the help and attract her wrath. I wish I could say the mighty have fallen, but we both know you never really attained the position of ‘mighty’” Caleb had heard enough, “If you have something to say to me Nolan, spit it out directly, or I will have to end this aimless call.” He stated firmly. “Still as impatient as ever, Caleb. Perhaps if you would calm down a little, you would probably notice the stray wolves that escape your pack grounds and walk the lengths of the country, looking for allies to

I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.

CALEB Caleb could hear his racing heartbeats as he walked back slowly to his room , Tribad had insisted on sending our a search party to look for his soon to be mate Khloe and he feared what will happen if they found dead down a ravine ,of course it won't point fingers at him he however feared that certain people like Galvan might be probed and that might eventually create quite a scandal.

The atmosphere was eerie, but oddly comforting after the chaos we had just escaped. Caleb led me down a long hallway to a cozy room with a roaring fireplace. He gestured for me to sit by the fire and handed me a thick, dry blanket. “Warm up. I’ll be right back.” As I wrapped the blanket around myself, I couldn’t help but notice the numerous portraits hanging on the walls. They depicted stern-looking men and women, all with the same striking red eyes that Caleb had. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the unsettling realization that there was something about Caleb I didn’t understand.

"You're the front man. The low-level courier Atlas Holdings hired to manage her. Get out of my sight before I have my legal security team dismantle your entire life." Caleb doesn't flinch. He doesn't move an inch backward from the impact. Instead, he stands up slowly, his massive, athletic frame completely eclipsing Mark's height as he steps into the narrow space between the booth and the walkway, his eyes locking onto Mark with a terrifying stillness. _______________ 📢 HELP US HIT THE HOMEPAGE TRENDS by adding this book in your library and leaving a review.

This was my fight. Caleb’s breathing turned ragged, his pulse fluttering beneath my grip. But there was no form of struggle in his eyes. Only fear. “I—I left,” he stammered. “I ran.” I hesitated, confused. “Ran from what?” His hands shook as he clutched at my wrist. “From him.” I loosened my grip just enough for him to speak. “Alpha Killian,” Caleb wheezed. “He’s—he’s planning something. He’s going to invade.”

Quiet. Defeated. And then I felt it. A change in the air. Caleb’s chest rose. Then fell. Then— He opened his eyes. But they were pitch black.

His fingers were slipping on the wet, scorched metal. "Caleb!" I looked at the ledger. It was inches away. I could grab it. I could be the richest man in the city. I could have the revenge I’d planned for a decade. Then I looked at him. His face was pale. He wasn't fighting. He was just looking at me. Ready to let go. "Save the book, Ethan," Caleb gasped. "It’s... what you wanted." "Fuck the book." I turned my back on the fire. I lunged for the ledge.