Romans & histoires Caleb Book

Adele said. She leaned down and lifted up a bag. Caleb watched as she carefully removed the book, without touching it, from the bag. There, before him, bound in leather, was the first ever witches’ book he’d seen. Reaching for the book, he lifted it up, and his parents yelled at him to release it. Everyone, apart from Guy, had gotten to their feet. “What’s going on?” Caleb asked. He held the book in his hand. It was heavy, but he didn’t see anything wrong with it.

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

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.

She turned on her heel and glided out of the room, the click of her heels echoing like a countdown. Caleb stood alone in the vast, silent library. He looked at the ostrich duster in his hand, then at the priceless books surrounding him. He was the man who had built a city, and now he was a maid in a flower-strewn cage. He reached out to a shelf, his movements robotic, and began to swipe at the leather-bound spines. Swipe. He was a CEO. Swipe. He was a father. Swipe. He was a ghost. An hour passed in a blur of forced labor and suffocating shame. His lungs ached against the corset; his feet screamed in the stilettos. He was reaching for a high shelf when the sound of the estate’s heavy iron ga

"The one I ordered even before having her in that bar. I want the details. All of them." Caleb arched an eyebrow and let out a heavy sigh while searching for a manila envelope in his leather briefcase. He opened it with parsimony, leafing through the pages before crossing his legs and leaning back. "You asked me to dig into that boy's life even before you fucked her in the club," Caleb said, flipping through the pages with a spark of mockery. "Do you want the executive summary or the full biography of the disaster?" "Tell me everything," I ordered, setting the glass on the table with a sharp thud.

Alessa was already typing, her laptop glowing dimly beside her like a lifeline. Disha flipped through her notepad, her lips pressed into a thin line. Sharp. Alert. This wasn’t just a briefing. It was war prep. And all of them were watching me. I picked up the black marker. It felt heavier than usual. “I hope you came ready to listen,” I said, voice steady. “Because I’m about to show you exactly who Caleb is.” I turned and wrote his name in large, brutal letters: CALEB Then two firm slashes beneath, splitting the board into MOTIVE, ACTION, and PROOF.

Luke shrugged. “Which Leah, of course, wouldn’t know because she aces every test,” Aeliana pointed out. “Ah ha!” Jace agreed while all the others nodded. “Guys, I think I found the reference book Mr. Decarlo told us about during electromagnetism lectures,” Caleb approached us with a thick book in hand. “Well,” Jace sighed. “Serves us right for not giving a sh** about what he said when we should’ve,” Letting the book down on the desk, Caleb shifted his eyes onto Aeliana’s.

“I'm starting to think that black wolf is an illusion. It is the only explanation that fits all the facts. You enchanted this book with a love spell so that you could have Pietra for yourself. I followed her scent into the woods, and it merged with that same scent in the book. This is because the two scents are from the same wolf. You. That's why the scent comes and goes, and why the black wolf didn't come anywhere near the place, and why I never saw you or him together. He is a glamour. I don't know how you're doing all this, but we have authority that the spell of the book is quite powerful. You must have some considerable skill. "Have you been smoking anything, Ranger?" Caleb waved his ha

•Zebulun's POV• Thirteen years old. It was dark. So dark that I could barely see. No, not that I could see, I could not see even if there was light. I was bathed in the deep darkness that could only be found with the absence of light. The light that I have never seen and will perhaps not see till the day I die. I scrambled up to sit and leaned against the wall of the deep dungeon of my father’s or rather the Alpha King’s pack. A puff of air was only that escape from my parted lips as a hint of trying to groan.

I asked him confused. Caleb walked over to me and sat beside me putting an arm around me as I snuggled into him. “No, I’m not an Alpha. I have Alpha blood yes but that’s all. I was striped of that title when my father died. I’m just a rouge. I have no pack. Does that make you think less of me as a mate for you?” He asked now concerned. “No.” I said without hesitation because why would someone’s status mean something to me. I could tell that Caleb was a good person at heart and that is all that mattered. “All that matters to me is what is in here.” I added as I pressed my hand over his heart.