Caleb's Crossing Novels & Stories

Caleb stepped in then, because Caleb had enough sense to know when the room was about to turn into a two-man grudge match. He said, “He is right about the lane shift.” Kaden shot him a look. “I did not ask you to jump into it.” Caleb raised his brows. “I am not jumping in, I am agreeing with the part that helps keep everybody alive.” I requested, “Show me the western gap again.”

Caleb was already shifting, bones cracking under his skin. I didn’t move. I just smiled. “Good,” I said. “Let’s see if they can bleed.”

The Rogue didn't say anything and instead continued to struggle against Caleb's grip. “I'm not going to ask you again” “Fuck you” The Rogue spat out and in a swift moment, I heard a sickening crack and then a snap as the rogue cried out. Caleb had ripped his arm off. I winced and turned away. I'd never been a fan of gore or torture. Just then, the rest of Caleb's hunt party arrived. “We're taking him back alive. He's refusing to talk” Caleb said simply as he stood up, adjusting his black shirt. They lifted up the rogue and left when Caleb signaled for them to do so.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

Louie, sitting behind the two, patted their backs in a reassuring tone. “It’s all over now guys, and we haven’t gotten busted. Have we?” “That was really close,” Ivan said as he ignited the engine and took off from the spot they now seemed t dread the most.The sun sank behind the horizon, revealing a vivid orange as they made the drive further to Lakewood. Silence, once again became the order of the evening as Patrick took the wheel. By 11pm, Louie who had taken the final wheel pulled the entirely different dared to the cabin’s porch, when they arrived at the old cabin. They were supposed to be excited, but fatigue cut them short. For all the money in the world, they would have had never ima

I wasn't the 100-meter state champion two years running in high school for nothing, I hit the front door at top speed, despite my heels, Callie gasping for breath beside me before David could even reach the bar. Lifting my hand quickly, I hailed the next cab rushing down the street, and hopped in the back, pulling Callie in behind me. "11th and E Street," my voice rang out in the cab and I looked at the driver. He had dark eyes and a smirk on his hungry face. If I hadn't had the day I just had, it would have made me nervous. Now it just pissed me off. "Listen, you rape us or murder us and I guarantee you the Trivisonnos will find you and gut you before you can even say please."

He looked deeply proud of himself. “Was the view worth it?” I asked while wrapping the wrist. He nodded fiercely. “Alpha-heir Mara knocked down two warriors.” “Then next time use the stairs.” “There are stairs?” His mother groaned. Caleb, passing behind me with supplies, muttered, “Future leadership material.” The day settled into work. Good work. Ordinary work. The kind that stitched life back together while history made noise elsewhere. By noon, word arrived that Alexander’s convoy had crossed the southern border without incident. Caleb told me while pretending to organize medicine trays.

Letting them forget she had been building routines inside concrete walls while they congratulated themselves. Ahead, the leader sat in the passenger seat, calm-eyed and precise, speaking into a phone. “Cross saw her,” he said quietly. “He yelled her name.” A pause. A faint chuckle. “Yes. He’s predictable.” Eva’s stomach tightened. Predictable was another word for leverage. The van turned, tires crunching over gravel. The city noise faded. Rain began to tap the roof lightly, the sound thin and persistent. She counted the turns. One. Two. Long straightaway. Then a hard left.

"Victor is now a hot eligible bachelor. Who wouldn't be dazzled by him? I doubt she'll be able to keep this act up when she sees him." "Ha, a gold digger like her might not think Victor is good enough now. She's probably trying to reach for someone from an even more prestigious family, like the Campbells." "Speaking of the Campbells, I remember something. A distant relative of mine knows the Campbell family's driver. "He said the family's youngest son secretly got married abroad. Apparently, he pursued his wife with everything he had. They had a baby just two months after marriage, and now the family of three is blissfully happy."