Caleb Finn Book Novels & Stories

“I will. Thank you.” Caleb took his leave, holing up in his office. He turned his computer on but didn’t bother looking at anything. Instead he stood in the large window, hands in his pockets and gazed out at the city spread before him. How could this happen? What were the chances that his new assistant was the woman he’d bedded three days prior? Hell, he’d even got the call from Sara that they’d hired Rae while he was waiting for a car to take them home! It must be a cosmic joke.

“The Alpha needs you. He will explain whatever it is you need to know. You need just enter.” Cassy trembled but she managed a nod. She started to move towards the door but her steps faltered. She was scared. She was starting to get ideas of what was happening in her head, but she couldn’t believe it. Wouldn’t believe it. Beta Kayden noticed her fear and his eyes softened. "Go in. He doesn't bite. Not unless he is upset," Beta Kayden said and urged her on. Cassy sucked in a sharp breath and she slowly pushed the door open.

She whispered and added, “or else I will make sure your so-called friends will suffer at the orphanage,” “You are too young to be bullies.” I heard Caleb’s remarks and pulled Cali’s shirt. “You are soon to be a man. Be a gentleman and apologize,” he said, glaring at Cali. “Who are you? I am rich—” “I don’t care,” Caleb interrupted Cali before boasting about the money and powers he gained from his new parents. Cali grabbed his pocket and dialed a phone number on his smartphone. “Someone attacking…” He hangs his words when Caleb gets his phone in seconds. We all blinked our eyes multiple times. I gulped down as my jaw dropped. Did he have strange abilities like me?

With a half assed excuse to Lawrence, I dart out of Leslie’s office, knowing deep in my heart his office had given me everything it had to offer on the subject matter. My pulse race heavily, under the balls of my feet felt like I was dancing on live wire, and I couldn’t keep still until I have some semblance of understanding at what the hell those strange letters are and what they mean. Pushing one of the doors open, the design is similar to Leslie’s office, but the trainer must have wanted to keep an eye on Danny from his position, his desk isn’t messy, it’s perfect in fact. “Caleb?” Danny calls in surprise when he sees me.

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.

We’re all quiet for a few beats before I mindlink, Did you just rumor him like that chick from The Umbrella Academy? “I guess you’re not the only one who got your Goddess gift today,” Caleb says, shocked. “Well, now I just feel left out,” Finnegan says. I chuff out a laugh but I look at Caleb to see what he wants me to do. “Let him go. Let’s see how this power works,” Caleb says. I look over at Finn and he nods. Slowly, I move away the sheriff and he just stands there. Finn leans forward and takes the sheriff’s gun. The man just lets him take it.

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.

Finley because he just completed his surgery. "I'm a little worried that the woman will trick Mr. Arthur into leaving with her. Why don't you visit him?" Caleb's voice was colored with displeasure at being disturbed. "He can acknowledge whoever he wants as his mother. He can also leave if he wants to. Don't get in my way. Mrs. Finley and I are celebrating our anniversary." The caretaker sighed before leaving quietly. The furrow between my brows deepened as the conflict in my heart grew. I wondered why Caleb acted so terribly toward his own son. What on earth happened between the two of them?

I lacked the manpower to protect a pregnant traitor and I lacked the focus. I wanted the little liar far away from New York. If she hated me, she would run. If she ran, my father's men wouldn't find her or her mom. I cut my weakness loose. That was what I thought. The door opened. Caleb stepped into the amber light. He walked to the desk and set a worn, black-bound sketchbook on the mahogany surface. "From her room," Caleb said. His tone carried a strange, heavy weight. He turned and left.

Peter smiled and walked off, looking for ways to be helpful around the precinct. Caleb watched him for a moment and sighed, shaking his head. The boy was bright and optimistic, but he would learn. They all did. He returned to his desk to get started on the paperwork. After his shift, Caleb packed up and headed out, saying farewells to his coworkers as he passed them. He returned to an empty apartment and flipped on the light. “I’m home,” He called out to no one in particular. He hung up his keys and folded his coat over a chair before preparing a frozen dinner, which he ate while reading a science fiction story a friend had recommended.