Caleb's Crossing Novels & Stories

"These tracks were covered deliberately. By someone who knows our territory." "You think there's a traitor in the pack?" A long pause. "I think we can't rule anything out." I stepped out from behind the tree, and both of them turned, hands going to their weapons. When they saw it was me, they relaxed—slightly. "Luna." Caleb's voice was careful. "You shouldn't be out here." "I couldn't stay in the territory doing nothing." I moved closer, my eyes searching his face. "Any news?" He shook his head, and something in his expression made my heart clench. "The trail ends at the river. They took her across, and after that..." He spread his hands. "Nothing."

“If the waves are too strong? The water too cold? How can we help Scarlet if we’re dead?” “You need to trust me,” Caitlin said. Caleb took a deep breath. “How sure are you that Scarlet’s near?” Caitlin leveled her gaze with Caleb as another pang of longing rushed through her. “I’m sure.” Caleb sucked air between his teeth then shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said. Then he quickly slipped off his shoulder straps and slipped the parachute pack on. Once he was ready, he looked over at Caitlin.

CALEB Caleb could hear his racing heartbeats as he walked back slowly to his room , Tribad had insisted on sending our a search party to look for his soon to be mate Khloe and he feared what will happen if they found dead down a ravine ,of course it won't point fingers at him he however feared that certain people like Galvan might be probed and that might eventually create quite a scandal.

he breathes, stepping closer, his voice barely more than a whisper against my cheek, “I’m not claiming you. Not unless you want me to. This is just survival.” My heart’s slamming so loud I barely hear anything else. I nod, not trusting my voice. He finally breathes out, shaky, like he’s been holding it in forever. “We need to move.” Ten minutes later, we reach it—a jagged cut in the earth, maybe ten, twelve feet down. Rocks and brush at the bottom. Caleb grabs my shoulders. “I’ll go first. You jump. I’ll catch you.” “That’s a long drop.” He gives a crooked smile. “Not for me.”

I looked down at her with a sigh, "Baby, why would you say that? We are not running away from him." "He told us that you won't make it easy for him to be in our lives. Don't you like him anymore?" She asked. "What's going on with you guys? I told you that Sebastian's not a good man!" "He's trying, Mommy," Caleb answered. I sighed and looked at Zac on the other side of the road as he was trying to cross over. The road was clear when he crossed over, but when he was about to reach us, a car came out of nowhere and ran over him.

I look down at the large wooden pole that looks more like a tree trunk and wonder how on earth she managed to carry this, let alone run and jump? Grasping the pole/ tree with trembling hands, I take a deep, shaky breath. Fuck. “Don’t even think about it baby girl, get on my back,” Caleb commands through the mind link as I turn, seeing his razor-sharp teeth tug at my dress. Thank fuck for that. He kneels down so I can climb onto his back as I take hold of two tufts of fur to hang onto as he charges forward running in a parallel line to the cannon until we can reach where their crack finishes to cross over to join Stacey and Jaden. I can see Kara and Elio charging in their direction already as

“Mr. Cross, Caleb has returned from the Capital,” Nolan Drake reported. Damian Cross stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gaze lowered to the garden. A faint, unreadable smile tugged at his lips as he watched Aria Vale attempting—chaotically and joyfully—to bathe Little White, the massive Tibetan Mastiff.

“Stanley is a dangerous man, Layla. Not just dangerous, he is brilliant and a wizard in tech. He can crack into places people swear are unbreakable. And he knows people, powerful people.” Caleb leaned closer, his tone deadly calm. “As long as you don’t step into his trap, you’ll be fine. I will protect you. I swear it. “But if you don’t listen…” Caleb added quietly, “he’ll take everything you own without leaving fingerprints.” Silence filled the car like cold fog. I stared at my knees, trying to breathe through the rising panic. It felt like forever before Caleb finally spoke again. “My trip to America wasn’t complete,” he said. “I got a call halfway through, and I had to rush back. But I wo

He didn’t want to drag her down into his sadness. Caleb walked from one room to the next, then went through a hidden door, leading to a narrow twisting staircase. He took it up, turning and twisting, heading up a small circular turret to the third and highest floor of the castle. Here, at the top, was a small sitting room, an open-air, stone gazebo, which he used to retreat to in times of worry. He sat on the ledge of the stone, in a well-worn groove, and looked out at the ocean.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And