Caleb Coffee Bulge Novels & Stories

“I’m wishing one day, you can tell me about it. Though I already have a clue in mind but still… It would be better to hear it directly from you.” Caleb stopped in front of an establishment. “Anyway, that’s really not the reason why I went here.” My brows furrowed. “What?” “I’ll tell you once we have our coffee.” He was about to enter the shop when I stopped him. “You really sure you want to have a coffee here?” He looked at me confused. “Yes. I saw this store promoted on social media. I’d like to see it for myself if it’s worth praising.” I slowly nodded. “Okay… If you say so.”

~Amelia~ Caleb called a meeting. He put a single sheet of paper on the table. Three bullet points. I'd learned that if Caleb needed a full page to explain something, the thing was very bad. One page meant it was just bad. "Blake has found a partner," he stated.

Chapter 28 Caleb’s POV In my previous life, the one where I didn't smell like yeast and desperation, I was a connoisseur of fine biological warfare. Not the kind involving anthrax, but the kind involving corporate boardrooms, high-fiber muffins, and strategic timing. But today, I had outdone myself. I had combined a triple-strength dose of industrial-grade laxatives with a proprietary blend of "Fart-Inducing Legume Extract" I’d sourced from a sketchy bodybuilder forum. I called it The Knight’s Gambit. Alaric called it delicious soup.

Something massive and deliberate moving toward us through the calendar with the patience of a man who'd been planning for months and was almost ready. Caleb had a plan. I could feel it the way I'd felt every other crisis approaching – in the space between heartbeats where intuition lived. Something was coming. Something bigger than the gossip post or the fake pregnancy or the drug test or the cemetery. Something designed for the championship stage with its scouts and its cameras and its audience of everyone who mattered. I closed the notebook. Put it in the drawer. Under the syllabi, under ENGLISH 302 NOTES. About five days. Whatever he was building, it was almost finished.

Caleb teased with a smirk as he picked up the cup of hot coffee on the table. "Yeah, it's the second one," he was taking a sip of his coffee but as soon as I spoke, he spat it all out. "What?!" His eyes bulged out as he gazed at me in disbelief. "You're joking right?" He asked just to be sure but the gaze that I was giving was just too firm to be a lie. "Are you serious, who's the lucky girl? I want to meet her," Caleb couldn't hide his excitement. He was a very good Alpha who worked hard to ensure everyone was happy.

Despite everything he was still good to her. Caleb was driving the car and he could hear the uncomfortable conversation going on in the back. When they first came, he didn’t know that his boss’s intention was to get himself drunk. He had been with him for years and not once had he ever seen him lose control because of a woman. “Caleb, can you branch to the nearby chemist so that we can buy some stomach medicines?” Camila asked. “I think they must be closed by now, it is already late but don’t worry I know someone who will give us his medicines”

"Because for the first time in years, I feel like I can actually win." "They will," Caleb says. He turns back toward the counter, grabbing a fresh pot of coffee. "Now, drink your water. You need to rest before the spreadsheet wolves come back tomorrow." I smile, leaning back against the stool.

However, when his father was well enough to continue running the business he realized that Nicholas was already doing such a good job so he gave him the company. Caleb has dark brown hair and blue eyes. He is 25 years of age and is currently the owner of the famous clothes brand 'Binge'. His outgoing personality and magnetic presence have earned him a reputation as a complete flirt. While some may find it irresistible, others may struggle to keep up with his flirtatious banter

"I work in a café and I spend a lot of my time baking. Surely you don't expect me to wear an expensive engagement ring while handling dough and batter every day, do you?" Confidence filled both her voice and posture as she spoke. Alex studied the pair of them for several long moments, searching their faces for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he simply shrugged. "I suppose that makes sense." Without another word, Alex turned around and walked out of the boardroom. Only after the door had closed behind him did Evelina finally let out the breath she had been holding, relief washing over her face.

, quickly shoving away a memory trying to peak out. “So, the coffee date you talked about, can we go to it now? I want to know what you know about aboriginals.” Anya added, stopping at the tarred road alongside her walk partner. Caleb's face lit up in joy. “Sure, why not?” “Okay.” Anya began. “Since you are new to town, I guess, it falls on me to select a coffee place.” “Exactly,” Caleb responded grinning like a two year old. “Except that I don't take coffee outside my home. I brew my own coffee. However, we can check Longroove's best, or so the TV commercials say. And by that I mean The Nickle Cup. It's just down the road.” Anya pointed downwards.