Caleb Holloway Novels & Stories

Chapter 34 Caleb , had always been cool and calm and he's always had a good head on his shoulders and by that we mean , he was the go-to guy when someone had a problem and he would offer practical solutions or he would be the kind of guy that you could sit up all night until 2am and he'd never get tired of listening to you and trying to help you he had very sharp and a little skills and he new how to cut through .

I should do any of the sensible things a person does when they realize they've been caught doing the one thing no one is supposed to see. I don't move. The door opens. Caleb fills the frame—all six-foot-four of him, backlit by the dim light from the hallway, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his blue eyes fixed on me like he's just found something he's been looking for his whole life. He's wearing gray sweats and nothing else, and I can see the hard line of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, the way his hand is already at the waistband of his sweats, fingers curling into the fabric like he's holding himself back.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to 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.

"Caleb, what's this about?" Caleb casually explained, "Now that Amirate Corporation has established a talent department, we naturally need fresh people. "Kayla is my junior. She recently starred in a popular web series, and her contract with her previous agency just ended."

He then chuckles and gets closer to me as I pull my head back as feel him far too close to me. “Good man? No Em. Harou is, is a low-life coward who ran from his own father after he tried to steal his powers. He was so mad that he blessed Tyler and Selene with powers and not him that he tried to kill him in his sleep. Did you not know that?” he says, making me feel shocked. Surely, that had to be false. Wesley would never do that.

39 - Payback Caleb Pretending to be dead and trying not to breathe was a difficult task. Especially having your dad, your dad’s wife who’s your ex, your hot older girlfriend and boyfriend crying and sobbing over you as the nurse (dad’s colleague) drags your body to the mortuary for the fake autopsy.

Phoebe better not be hurt when I get there or this freak is going to be wearing a colostomy bag for the rest of his miserable life. Caleb raced out of his apartment complex to his car, and flew down the freeway towards the resort. He was breathing hard; his anger barely restrained and growing by the mile. But he wasn’t about to blow it on the road. No, he would save up the rage for the freak that had Phoebe cowering in the bathroom.

Allen answered the phone respectfully, "Mr. Lane, what are your orders?" Caleb's eyes were steely, and his voice was freezing cold. "Help me investigate Dr. Miller's intrapersonal relationships. See if he has offended anyone." For some reason, Caleb had a horrible feeling. He had always believed that Wilson's disappearance was a complex issue. Caleb exited the company and headed straight to the hospital. Ember had been spending more and more time in the hospital recently. She constantly traveled between the hospital and the research institute every day.

Safe, together. “Why are you crying, Mama?” Maya asked. “Happy tears, baby,” Lena whispered, her voice thick. That night, once the kids were asleep, my phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. “Caleb Vaughn.” Harrison’s voice was calm, almost friendly. “Congratulations on keeping your kids. For now.” My jaw clenched. “That was round one. I’ve got twelve more lined up. Everyone breaks eventually. The only question is how much pain you can take before you do.”