Romans & histoires Caleb Book

*** Caleb returned several hours later at about 7:00 PM looking haggard. I quickly set my pizza rolls aside and went over to him. “Today I think I coordinated a mass kidnapping,” he said to me when I went to hug him. I hugged him anyway. “That’s not your fault. That’s Masterson’s fault. He’s just using you as a pawn.” “I know.” Caleb hugged me tightly and buried his face in my hair. “I still feel evil, though.”

Caleb is quiet and chill but can be a bit mischievous sometimes. Caleb is twenty. He's the older brother. He's in college studying fashion and design. He has looked up to his mother since he was a baby and wanted to be just like her. He used to sketch designs when he was seven. Started making crocheted sweaters when he was eleven. The first time he ever made a crocheted sweater, Dani cried. We were so proud of him. We knew he would go places. Just like his mother.

“You’re making too much of it, Rachael. Elsepeth is part of my past. You are my future. The two have nothing to do with each other.” “Then tell me of her,” Rachael challenged. “If she poses no threat, then ’tis nothing to speak of her.” Caleb sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling. Rachael remained still, waiting as he grappled with his irritation. “I was a fool.”

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.

"She must have had a reason and we won't know what that reason is until we take them home and read them. Will you take them while I secure the cave?" Caleb picked up the books, following Rhianna from the cave and waiting for her to hide it from sight once again. He had no idea what help the books would be, but the excitement in his mate's eyes was infectious. Something within the heavy tomes could potentially help them counter whatever the European covens had in store for them. Whatever knowledge they could glean from them had to be worth the effort.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT CALEB’S POV I sat in the library the following day at school, missing my mother’s wedding, which had almost been grounded, but luckily, Howard came through for me. I stared at the ceiling, cross-legged, and my back rested against the liberal chair firmly. I think I'm certainly trying to avoid Ralph, after yesterday, I had no guilt for having sex with Howard, actually, he made me his fucking whore. “Arrgg” I groaned as I heard a beep from my phone. I had no intention of looking at it, until Kelvin spun out of nowhere.

He growled in response, pounding harder, making me scream again. “Yes, Caleb—yes!” I shouted, not caring if the whole world heard. I didn’t even care if anyone in the hallway or outside would hear. His body shuddered, sweat dripping, his breath wild in my ear. He was losing himself, just like me. Our scents became even stronger now. ~~~~~ Caleb’s POV I couldn’t stop. His cries drove me insane. Each sound made me thrust deeper, harder, until I thought he would break apart with my size. My name on his lips was a prayer, a curse, a salvation all in one. I wanted them all.

What is wrong with me? My finger finds his ass and I squeeze lightly, a pained sound slides right out of Caleb and turns into a moan towards the end. My dick thickens at the sound. Gray gives me a look, and gives Caleb one that says he thinks my man is weird. I don’t care though. I like it. Snatching my hand back, I continue. “He needs to recuperate if I’m going to ruin his ass again.” Gray sighs heavily. He starts to leave when he sees Hell and Fire climb up the bed and settle around Caleb’s still form.

It was obvious from the way they looked at me, wondering what laid beneath my modest outfits. Caleb Harlan, the camp's most popular badboy. He moved about with that smirk he wore on his face, one that said he heard every sermon on temptation but was till hell bent on being a tempter. Caleb was the guy smuggling in candy bars that tasted like forbidden heaven, telling ghost stories that caused the little ones to shiver in fear and flirting like it was his job.

“I honestly have no idea. You have always confused me with your behaviour. You can be a quiet, broken girl one minute and an outgoing, eccentric person the next. I have no idea who you truly are. Every single day, I find out something new about you. I don't know your story. What has shaped you into the person you are today? But one thing I do know is that I was completely mistaken about you. I should have known better than to make assumptions about you. I should have been more open with you, especially after everything you have been through.” Caleb didn't realize it when he came so close to her with both her hands in his palm. He was caressing her palms without her knowledge. “I was right. I