Caleb Gordon Merch Novels & Stories

Caleb said when he noticed the ring that his father was holding. “We’ll be taking this one.” “This will cost 2 million pesos, Sir.” Callum smiled and gave her his card. “Please put it in your most beautiful case. I want my mom to receive only the best things!” Caleb smiled at the saleslady upon telling her his request. “This is her size!” Caleb gave the sales lady a small floral wire that was in the shape of a ring. When did he get that?

None of the trips allowed him to actually explore the places he visited. He had black hair and sea-green eyes, and for 39, he was extremely handsome for his age. Caleb was also quite buff due to all the training he did every day to stay fit for his career. He had the whole toned legs, defined abs, strong arms and a massive chest build.

"You look like you’ve been charming people for three hours straight and haven’t blinked once." I hesitated, then took the bottle from him. The cold against my palm felt like heaven. "That sounds accurate." "Figured you could use the sugar rush," he said. "I’m Caleb. Caleb Maddox." My brain caught up. The name was familiar. Dana had mentioned him. He was one of the primary sponsors of the FutureBloom project. Venture capitalist. Invested in eco-conscious fashion and sustainability startups. Big deal. Like, Forbes cover kind of deal.

It's uncalled for. "No. You, on the other hand, seem to know a lot about him. Tell me something fun about him. Does he wear black and grey boxers or he is that type of guy who goes for colours?" Killian recovers quickly and questions his uncle cleverly. Caleb ignores his nephew and goes around the dresser and checks himself out in the mirror. His hair is perfectly gelled down and he is wearing a suit, a three piece suit, looking like he is ready for a corporate meeting.

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"So handsome. So grown up." "Damon handsome," he agreed, patting her face with a sticky hand. Caleb appeared in the doorway, dressed in his Alpha regalia—a dark cloak trimmed with wolf fur, a silver pendant at his throat, the ceremonial crown that marked his rank. He looked every inch the leader, strong and steady and proud. "Ready?" "Ready." She handed him the baby. "You carry him. I need a moment. Just a moment to breathe."

I hate to admit it but Caleb has perfectly mastered the way to get under my skin. He shrugs. “If you say so.” River hands him a saw and goggles and he takes them, putting the goggles on. “We can’t all be jobless like you,” I snipe. But even as I say that, I know it’s not entirely the truth. Caleb might be unemployed to the public eye but he still had a role to play in our group. Despite the way he looks with the multiple tattoos and the piercings, Caleb is actually very smart. As much as it hurts me to admit.

Caleb was stunned as both Bigby and Oxley turned sharply toward him, with Bigby exclaiming, "Must feel great to be handsome—the girls will chase you everywhere!" At that point, everyone could tell that the princess came for Caleb! Rolling his eyes at them, Caleb then nodded at Lisa. "I am." Lisa asked bluntly, "Was your name Cal Crawford?" Caleb was stunned again, as he was indeed, before he turned seventeen. Then, word of his monstrous talent spread far and wide. As Lord of Zoronda, Grendel Lazuli was keen on a strategic partnership with the Crawfords, and hence bestowed him the name Caleb.

I could see it in the way his thumb stilled against my jaw, the fractional tightening around his eyes before he stepped back. Noah Marlowe had spent thirty years learning to read people, and I'd given him exactly enough truth to confirm the lie. Caleb was in the downstairs hallway when I came down. He stood with his good arm holding a tablet, the bandaged shoulder still visible under his jacket. He looked up when I reached the bottom step. "Morning," I said. "Miss Campbell." His voice was exactly what it had been in month one, flat, professional, nothing behind it. He looked back at his tablet. "The Boss has a board meeting at Marlowe Enterprises. He'll be unreachable until this afternoon."

“It wasn’t a date. It was more of a client meeting. Trust me. There were files, discussions and a contract proposal.” I looked at him, my brows quirking. “And?” I asked, trying to keep my tone flat. “She’s shopping around, man,” Caleb shrugged. “Leo is offering her a full-time position at Carlisle Media and she’s seriously considering it.” I turned my eyes back to the screen. “Get out.” He snorted, awkwardly. “Right. Sure. Just thought you should know.” "Get out." I repeated, glaring at him. I waited until the door clicked shut behind him before I moved again.