Caleb Holloway Novels & Stories

"Mason treats his Thoroughbreds like sacred relics. He wouldn't want my wolf scent spooking his prize stallions." He closes my door and slides into the driver’s seat. I study Caleb, suddenly intrigued. "You sound like you know your way around a stable, though." Caleb smirks as we pull out of the Compound. "I spent four years working the ranch circuits in the Northern Territories before I joined the Syndicate," he says. "That’s exactly why Mason keeps me off the saddles. He knows I’d ride them like a scout instead of a show-dog, and he likes his 'Mask of Civility' to stay perfectly groomed."

Si, Artie and Clive come to see mum when they can, Artie more than others because Si is always in Beta training and never gets away that much. Leah was now 19 and had dad's muddy brown hair. Her eyes were a murky grey colour and although her skin is pretty and flawless like mum's, her body and blood weren't compatible with breeder standards. She is a bit bigger than me and she doesn't have the nicest hair. She is pretty by normal standards, but not breeder standards.

Alina caught his glare and she cannot hide her annoyance at the view, Rose growled in her mind and she cannot disregard the feeling. “Do you like Halea?” Alina blurted “Don’t be silly Ali, Caleb here is just a friend. Right, Caleb?” Caleb brushed his hair with his hand and chortle, “Well, I used to like her but I got busted,” “So you don’t like her anymore?” Alina asked Halea laughed at them as she came closer to Alina holding her hands, “Oh, Caleb is paired perfectly to someone better than me,” she said softly with a smile leaning close to Alina, “Isn’t that right, Caleb?” she said, winking at him.

“He may have been kept safe from those who would harm him, but he has been living under your grounds for a long time.” The man smirked as he looked at me and I couldn’t help but find myself frowning as I waited for what he was going to tell me. However, the last thing that I expected was to hear a familiar man’s name, especially when I knew that I grew up alongside him as an orphan throughout most of my childhood. That was, at least, until he was announced dead… “You knew him as Kai Karaulov,” he said, walking toward the door. “You can give the warning to your mate, the numbers on her name have been listed…”

Hayden waved, muttering to someone who had just wished him a happy birthday. Caleb turned to him, gobsmacked. "Do you want the Hayden female and male fans to kill me? How could I not invite them all?" Caleb said and made hand signs of slashing his throat. "Hayden's fans? Kill young Master Caleb? Don't flatter me." He smiled gently.

Caleb: but you'll need to know how to control it because you might make some mistakes if you don't know how to control it. Sky: would you mind actually giving me a history about it and how it all works. Caleb: I could but I'm actually a werewolf and not a hybrid. Raven: hang on, lemme go get Zendaya, she'd be perfect at this. Sky: apart from her being a hybrid, why do you think that she will be perfect Caleb: there was a time she actually schooled us about her being one , and that was before either of us actually knew what was going on, that she was actually a hybrid.

Caleb is quiet and chill but can be a bit mischievous sometimes. Caleb is twenty. He's the older brother. He's in college studying fashion and design. He has looked up to his mother since he was a baby and wanted to be just like her. He used to sketch designs when he was seven. Started making crocheted sweaters when he was eleven. The first time he ever made a crocheted sweater, Dani cried. We were so proud of him. We knew he would go places. Just like his mother.

Then Caleb. He came out last. Not surrounded by teammates. Not celebrating. Walking alone with his bag over his shoulder and his hair still wet and an expression I'd never seen on him before – hollow. Not angry. Not scheming. Just hollow. The face of a man who'd just been eclipsed completely on the biggest stage of his career. Who'd stood on the same ice as Rhys Maddox with three pro scouts watching and been invisible. The captain, the leader, the golden boy – and nobody in that press box had been watching him. Not once. Not for a single shift.

Caleb said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What?" he shot back with a glare. "I'm just stating the fact. The great Cassian Holt is behaving like a stalker and increasing Hailey's frustration every day. Do you really think she'll just let you off easily?" Caleb taunted as the person was none other than Cassian. He was the one making the private calls and had also been the one to visit Hailey's room both times. To be continued...

"That's right, then you guys should get going. The faster we act, the faster we get results." Travis and I leave the café and hurry home so we can begin our task of finding out who this mysterious man is. ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °° ° Caleb Daniels, only son of Barry Daniels, a very wealthy businessman and the President of the International Association of Inventors. At just eighteen years old, Caleb is infamous for having a rebellious personality, has a prison record, dropped out of school twice, tried to elope to another country after stealing six million dollars from his father, is a member of a gang and is rumored to be into drugs, though there is no proof