Caleb Spade Novels & Stories

I pointed my finger accusingly at her and she shook her head, rolling her eyes. I can't deny that Lucas has good looks, he kinda looks like Noah Centineo. By thinking of it, Caleb has a resemblance to Chris Evans, except for the eye color. Caleb has piercing dark brown eyes, and a killer smile, although he is known as a devil boss at his company. Ava's body visibly tensed and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Let's stop this conversation about that needle dick." Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. I scoffed. She started this conversation.

“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

I swear I am seeing ghosts now. “I know what you are thinking. It’s not Dominick. This Kaleb and this is his dad Liam. Kaleb is the beta of a pack in the pacific northwest. He is also Kylani’s mate. Your damn fiance better not come looking for you. I don’t feel like dying today.” Tarlek explains.

Caleb said, looked between Pete and Derek, and walked out, this time around, towards the elevator. "I can't believe that bastard!" Caleb yelled as he smashed everything on the vanity to the ground, well then, guess we'd need new products for everything, thankfully, I hadn't left my miraculous body lotion from Carla on the table, or any other thing if important for that matter, I breathed out a sigh of relieve at the realization of this. "I feel they've more than the run in plan for us tomorrow," Nate spoke up, he always knew the right thing to say, and he's always right, running Crescent pack with him sure made it easier for Caleb as the alpha, h was the male version of Carla.

“You’re like a blanket.” “I’ll take that,” Sebastian chuckled, brushing a kiss into Zara’s curls. Down the hall, chaos bloomed in the older twins’ room. Caleb’s half of the room looked like a military operation. His folded clothes formed symmetrical towers of denim and fleece, and his scent — crisp peppermint pulsed faintly under the cool tang of deodorant. He was checking and rechecking a checklist scribbled on a pad. “Jacket. Extra charger. Textbooks. Running shoes. Cologne —”

His khaki pants had dark smudges on them as though he had wiped oil on them. "What about him, in the backward baseball cap?" Caleb scanned him over with an amused look on his face. "He has potential as a friend, but I think he might be a bit too extreme. He just spent all day working on his motorcycle. He's an adrenaline junky getting ready to jump the Grand Canyon. He has little care for anything that doesn't give him an adrenaline rush. His last adventure was skydiving without a parachute, and he almost missed the net during his landing. He is too much of a wildcard. What about the redhead reading over there?"

The shock had already flatlined. Even if the old rumors were true—even if we were meant to be partners in this syndicate life—what did it change? I’m a blank. I have no instinct, no predatory edge. And Caleb? He’s wearing the Hale family ring, officially bound to Carl Cole. The wedding is a countdown I can’t stop. A part of me still ached for the brothers who used to sneak me into the armory to show me how to clean a Glock. But for Caleb, I felt nothing but a cold, hard pity. He was a man chasing a shadow.

"You look like you’ve been charming people for three hours straight and haven’t blinked once." I hesitated, then took the bottle from him. The cold against my palm felt like heaven. "That sounds accurate." "Figured you could use the sugar rush," he said. "I’m Caleb. Caleb Maddox." My brain caught up. The name was familiar. Dana had mentioned him. He was one of the primary sponsors of the FutureBloom project. Venture capitalist. Invested in eco-conscious fashion and sustainability startups. Big deal. Like, Forbes cover kind of deal.

"A wager. Whoever wins gets to keep you all to himself." Colton rolled his eyes. "Maybe we should have done that. I would've won easily." "Who said I was going to let you off that easy?" Caleb drawled. He looked out toward the dark fields. "There's a lot of land out there. You'd just need to pick your burial spot. I think Mom only needs one of us, anyway. What's the use of two when I'm already perfect on my own?" Colton clicked his tongue. "Says the spare part. I'm the prototype. One of one. You were the afterthought. If anyone's dying, it's you."

The Spawn of Privilege lay on the rocks, bereft of worldly wealth and exalted status, floundering in the sour truth of their shortcomings and fraudulence exposed. The spoils go to the victor. Caleb had demolished Oakwood's arrogant stranglehold on the region with industrial efficiency, destroying the throne room until nothing remained but rubble and traces of dried blood spray. Miranda's eyes in the stands gleamed like twin molten beacons of sexual approval, taking in the carnage with perverse desire. She noticed Caleb's berserker look from across the scorched battlefield and responded with a nasty purr that seemed to etch itself into his membranes.