Novel & Cerita Does Caleb Die On Pretty Little Liars

"But you’re forgetting something. I don't just want to be rich. I want to be safe. And Ethan Vane is a loose end that keeps me awake at night." "He won't talk! I'll make sure of it!" "How? You're dying, Caleb." Collins gestured to Caleb's chest. "That heart of yours is a ticking bomb. The doctors gave you what? Six months? If you're lucky?" I froze behind the vent. My phone trembled in my hand. Six months. He knew. He knew he was dying and he never told me. "Then let me die today," Caleb rasped. "Kill me. Right here. Throw me off this roof. Tell the world I jumped. Just let them go."

That meant there had to be something I was still missing, some detail I'd overlooked. 'Natalie, make that man leave. He's going to kill our whole family!' Caleb was facing away from Tristan, cradled against my chest. But his voice rang out inside my head just the same. A chill shot straight down my spine. How did Caleb know who I'd brought home when he hadn't even seen the man's face? How was he so certain Tristan was going to kill our entire family? And why was what Caleb said the complete opposite of what the commenters kept insisting would happen?

When my boyfriend, Caleb Steele, loses his family and everything he has, I walk away. After he makes a comeback, I come to see him every year. The first year, I hold my daughter, Claire Sutton, in my arms. Caleb throws fifty thousand dollars at me and tells me to stay away. The second year, I bring my late-stage cancer diagnosis, and he doesn't even look at it. Instead, he gives me a hundred thousand dollars and tells me to disappear for good. In the third and fourth years, I vanish just as he wants. Then, in the fifth year, he gets a call from Claire. "Mommy, when are you bringing me dinner? I'm hungry."

"That was a mistake, Liam." Liam glared at him, his jaw clenched. "She was never yours to begin with," he growled. Caleb let out a sinister laugh before standing up. He turned his focus on me, and something wicked flashed in his eyes. "Cara, you should be grateful," he said, taking a step forward. "I could have killed him right there, but I'm feeling generous today." I didn't buy that for a second. I knew Caleb all too well. He never did anything without a reason. My stomach twisted in terror.

I ask to which he shook his head as a no. "Blake!" I turn back and see Zac and Spencer rushing towards us. "Zac Reynolds! I told you to stay away from her." I know remember Charlie. Charlie here was the best friend of Cali when we were in grade 4. But I never saw him again after grade 8. Zac pulled back as Charlie grabbed his arm. Zac mumbled a sorry and turned around, and left. Spencer followed him. "We will call you when she wakes up. Please leave for now." Jay says. I was reluctant to do so but from the look Jay have me, I sighed in defeat and turned to leave when a nurse rushed by my side.

—I'm sure who I am—I walk around the room assuring myself that he didn't set me a deadly trap—, but I don't know who you are, how about you help me? "I also know who you are" that gets my attention, I raise my eyebrow. Caleb Dash, fourteen years old. Growing case of early psychopathy. —Yeah, that's what the white suits say. "And minor parricide." "Oh, and that's what the cops say." "Your trial will be shortly."

The sneer on his face stiffened, making him look so weird. "D-Dead?" he stammered. "How is that possible? How could he die? You're lying to me! He must have teamed up with you to trick me! There's nothing he wouldn't do for money. Faking his death? That's exactly the kind of thing he'd do!" Dad kept shouting, but I saw that his hands were shaking badly. Just then, Rylan poked his head out from the stairway. He held a handful of sunflower seeds, cracking them open as he blinked his eyes and asked, "Dad, is Caleb really dead? Does that mean I can tear his doghouse down and turn it into my game room?"

Caleb pressed his lips together tightly, his eyes darting around erratically as he refused to meet my gaze. "Celia said she didn't blame you and begged me to take good care of you," I continued. "She said you were still young, just fell in with the wrong crowd, and that I needed to help set you straight." Later, after piecing together bits and pieces of the truth, I learned the truth. Caleb's sleeping pills, suicide attempts, truancy, and faked depression…

When I saw Caleb's face turn even paler, I knew that I'd hit the mark. "So please leave. I don't love you anymore, Mr. Smith." With that, I turned and walked away. I didn't see the tears that finally broke free from his eyes, nor the way his fists clenched in agony at those final two words: "Mr. Smith". Caleb's assistant drove up. "Mr. Smith, shall we keep waiting for Ms. Jewel?" Caleb turned away. "No. Let's go home." That was the last time I ever saw Caleb or Vivian. I only heard about them later through the grapevine.

Their faces were grim, bloodstained, like they’d seen too much already. “Boss,” one of them called out, voice heavy. “ Caleb’s gone. We found him dead in the car…He didn’t make it. Apparently he died from blood loss or shock but I'm not sure..” I stopped listening. He’s dead too. They were all dead. Agatha. Jon. Caleb.