Caleb Holloway Novels & Stories

I said, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, you teach him how to fend for himself and ask me to spoil myself and become a ballerina” Calista said, raising an eyebrow at me. My young fifteen year old was just as stubborn as her mother ever was, and seeing as she was growing to be a lot like her, I knew that distracting her was a better option. “You are a girl” Ilya said, raising an eyebrow.

Every day I hesitated only invited more risk. Caleb learned faster than anyone I'd ever known, especially where computers were involved. His skill was extraordinary for his age. At five, he'd already taken down a major underground trading ring and freed dozens of people trapped inside it. In certain corners of the dark web, the name Mr. Caesar now sat on more than one most wanted list. Nothing could be allowed to happen to him. Keeping him safe came before anything else. Right now, the most important thing was finishing the divorce, cutting Nathaniel loose for good. After that.

This city is just one giant loss cause. We are fighting the entire state flooded with a thick cloud of self-loathing that some of us can’t even see through anymore.“Aiden!" Caleb comes from his office to slap me on the back. Caleb is just like that, enthusiastic about everything. Skinny and pensive, he blocks the clear route to my office. He’s a great guy, the only one I’d trust on a mission with me, but his own worst enemy. He’d be my partner now if he hadn’t messed up a couple of nights ago.

Caleb: In stark contrast, Caleb embodied the allure of the star-studded night sky—an enigmatic canvas of mystery and passion. His raven-black hair cascaded like the night itself, untamed and flowing with an undercurrent of rebellious energy. His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories.

That is when it dawns on me that we are in for more trouble. "I have a plan," Caleb said beside me, and I diverted my attention to him, waiting for what he was about to say. I watched in amazement as he transformed into someone else. The former Caleb I knew was gone, and he was now replaced by someone else. This new being has long black hair, and yellow eyes and his face looks older. "Sorry for the fake identity, boy." He apologized, which left me flabbergasted. "I had to change my look and identity so those idiots wouldn't know that I am from the middle realm. My real name is Coven. I'm an omega wolf and the right-hand man of Lord Rey. " T.b.c

Truth was, he had spent a lot of his pocket money on this machine; it wasn’t like any ordinary computer and it was actually his personal computer, which belonged to him exclusively. Leon didn’t take much time to investigate Caleb this time around. This was all due to the ample and detailed information provided by Heather. He flicked through the information and it confirmed her deduction. Caleb is indeed a military general! Staring at the picture of Caleb in his military uniform, Leon concluded that Heather was quite right in her description. This guy does tend to instill a sense of fear.

that the Maintainers called a vulnerability. "Caleb!" I roared within the void. "The system says you’re a scavenger! It says you're a legacy asset! Tell them they’re Out of Date!" Inside the cage, Caleb stopped pounding. He looked at the memories—the gold and silver fire—and his eyes changed. They weren't mirrors anymore. They were human. "I am... White Mane," Caleb whispered, his voice cracking the glass. [CRITICAL_EXCEPTION_DETECTED] [USER_INTERVENTION_OVERRIDING_CORE_LOGIC]

The moment we stepped into one of the empty rooms and the door clicked shut, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Caleb turned to face me, leaning against a shelf of sticks. “Look,” he started, “I know your situation with Shaw is….complicated. Everyone on the team talks. The rumors about the sponsor deal, the fake marriage, all of it. You don’t have to pretend with me.” “Caleb,” I warned, stepping back. “Whatever you think is happening, you’re wrong. I’m not interested.” He moved closer, blue eyes suddenly dark. “You deserve better than being stuck with someone who only sees you as a PR move. I’ve watched you on the ice. You’re special. And if you ever want someone who actually wants y

(Kane) _Watching Caleb’s frantic, unraveling reactions over the last twenty-four hours had been nothing short of a psychological masterclass. _The guy was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his ‘own bruised ego, and every single performative stunt he pulled only dragged him deeper into the current. Inviting an actress? Weaponizing Hannah? It was pathetic. _Caleb was a captain on the ice, but off it, he was an amateur playing a game he didn't have the stomach for. He couldn't handle the fact that Danica wasn't a trophy to be claimed or a piece of franchise property to be managed.

"You’re a bean-counter, Ethan. A vulture. You wait for things to die so you can pick at them. But I’m still breathing." "Get off me—" "No. I don't think I will." Caleb’s knee forced Ethan’s legs apart. "You wanted to see what you bought? You bought a predator who was tired of hunting. You didn't conquer me. You gave me a place to hide while I rebuild." Caleb reached down. He didn't fumble. He was clinical, fast. He slicked his fingers with a bottle of oil he’d snatched from the nearby table earlier. He shoved two fingers into Ethan, blunt and deep.