Caleb Love Born Novels & Stories

Before I could react, Heather stepped forward and slapped Sienna right back. "Ms. Vaughn, first, you crashed my wedding, and now, you hit my husband. Do you really think that the Sullivan family has no one who can stand up against you?" "Hah! The Sullivan family? Had you not clung to the Hale family, what would your family even amount to? Don't put on such a noble act. If the Hale Corporation couldn't benefit your family, would you still be in such a rush to marry him?" "Don't assume that everyone has dirty intentions just because yours is filthy. Sienna, you were the one who gave up on Vince. Now, he's mine. And I love him."

"Lucas, I knew you wouldn't just walk away. You still care about me, don't you? I know I misunderstood you before. It was all my fault. You treated me so well in our past life, and I still hurt you. But I've figured it out now. "I don't regret a single day I spent with you back then. Lucas, I was wrong. Please, can you forgive me? Can we start over? We could have a child. Isn't that what you always wanted?" I frowned, meeting her tearful gaze. "Sophie, you need to understand. When we came back to life, that was the moment we truly ended. I have a new family now, a child of my own. I don't want to hear you say things like that again."

"Is it you, Caleb? Are you finally willing to come see me? Caleb, I'm sorry. Caleb, it was my fault. It was Mom's fault. I'm sorry... I'm sorry, my Caleb..." I said, "Mom, I don't hate you." I just do not want to love you anymore. I wish you a long life, and all the happiness you wanted. I turned around and disappeared into the air. Eight months later, I was born. Dad leaned close to me and smiled in surprise. "Serena, he really does look a lot like Caleb!" Who is Caleb? But Dad is so gentle, so warm, so familiar. I feel like I have seen him somewhere before...

This time, I will get what I want. I got back home and saw Hazel crouching outside my house. She came rushing over to me. "Please, listen to me. There's nothing between me and Joshua! He's just my mom's friend's son!" I took a step back. "Stop harassing me already. Just… just take the loss, okay? Everyone goes through shitty relationships with shitty people at least once in their lives. It was just my turn." "No…" Hazel put on a mask that said she was deeply in love. And then her phone rang. It was her father, and she wanted to hang up, but I smiled.

This universe represented the life that Elena and Cameroon would have lived If things had been different. Here, Cameroon was her high school sweetheart, He had been captain of the football team and she was a regular school girl, the only club she belonged to was the art club, she loved to draw. One day, seventeen-year-old Cameroon had been trying to avoid a group of other students who were coming from an opposite direction and so he had jumped into the art room and landed on Elena who was holding a jar of paint. The paint had poured all over his white tee-shirt and dripped to the ground. Elena had been apologetic but he had smiled and told her not to worry, he rather soiled his shirts than c

Caleb said, knowing that when a wolf gives their word, it is absolute. “I give you my word that I promise I won't beat your ass.” I groaned out, already regretting it. Whatever he had to tell me, better not be so bad that I didn’t want to kill him. “I think I might be in love with Kyra…” Caleb said, letting his words trail off. “Explain.” I growled. Yep, definitely feeling the urge to kill him right now.

“I don’t need this…truth to be dumped onto him. And neither does he. He’s far too young to understand the complexities of what happened and I would never want a five year old to go through the heartbreak of knowing the mess that Lucas had created.” Caleb looked at me then, really looked at me, and I knew he saw it—the fierce, unyielding love that burned inside me for Riley. The kind of love that would tear the world apart before letting anything happen to him. He sighed, nodding once. “Okay.” That was all I needed.

I was enraged and rejected her, yet deep down, I harbored love for her without understanding why. Eventually, my past self reminded me of her significance as my mate, and I searched for her desperately. My beautiful Kyla was found alone, having been hunted down and gravely ill. I held her in my arms, weeping and expressing my sorrow, but it was too late; she passed away, and so did I. In that life, I was a fool. My name was Caleb, and I had vowed to eradicate those vile witches who had taken my family from me. My hatred for them was all-consuming; they were driven solely by power, a power that ultimately destroys them.

She saw how the young boy grew up to be such a fine young king. How brave he was and how influential he was as the Alpha. His pheromones and his influence could make any man, any enemy tremble on their feet for he was supreme and powerful. And from the love of Galathea and Bathal… comes Calleb. ‘Calleb.’ The cry baby she had to take care of during late nights. ‘Calleb.’ The scrawny kid she had to fend off from anything and anyone. For she loved Calleb almost all his life. She loved him like a son. She loved him like he was her own flesh and blood.

she whispered. Caleb nodded slowly, his voice trembling as the truth poured out. “Christian Blake. The man who once caused you so much pain.” Her body stiffened. The words struck her like lightning. She staggered back, her hand flying to her mouth. “No… no, that’s impossible,” she whispered. “You, Christian, he’s dead.” Caleb’s eyes softened. “The birthmark you saw. The little signs you tried to ignore. The doubts you buried in your mind, they were all real.” He stepped forward, tears shimmering in his eyes. “Yes, Crystal. I’m him.”