Nicknames For Caleb Novels & Stories

he said as I laid limp in his arms, slowly wondering how he was going to get past Caleb. "Not so quick, brother, we have a lot to talk about" Caleb said as the brothers stood face to face. “Get out of my way”, Caine warned. "Not happening anytime soon. Set her aside and face me man to man. She's not going to make it anyway, she has lost a lot of blood, So taking her away is useless" he said. (P.s: Dustin is the middle name of Caleb (Caleb Dustin Kingston) and Daniel is the middle name of Caine (Caine Daniel Kingston). It was the fond names their mother used for them when they were little).

His pleasant grin and calm approach made me feel protected and trustworthy. What about now? Now I was not so sure. I scratched my temples, my thoughts racing. None of it made sense. Was it conceivable that Bella had been right all along? Determined, I clicked on another link, this one from years ago, and froze when I saw it. It was an obscure blog post with little credibility, yet it suggested a different name. Jack. Jack gives a wave. "What the hell?" I mumbled and leaned in closer. The post implied that Caleb, assuming that was his real name, had used the alias while in London. Jack gives a wave. It sounded ludicrous, like something out of an awful espionage thriller.

I asked Caleb. "No." Nick was quick to answer. "I didn't ask you." "As much as I would love to stay, I got to handle something very important. " Caleb sounded sorry. "It's okay . Next time it is then." I smiled. "Sure. Bye Soph." He waved at me and then hugged Nick before leaving. "He had even given you a nickname. Wow." Nick said as we sat on the dining table. I playfully sniffed . "Do I smell some jealousy there ?"

“I can’t wait. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you, Stoll.” “Me too. Call me Caleb, would you? No one has used my first name since my father died.” “Caleb,” I said, then shivered. “I like it.” “Me too.” He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. “What do you want me to call you?” “Mmm,” I moaned, leaning into his touch. “Call me whatever you want.” “I’ll have to think about it.” “Well, maybe while you’re thinking, you could sit on me and milk my cock with your thick ass,” I said, then slapped his bare cheek.

I'm nothing, if not safe. I'm five feet away when I hear someone yell my name, or rather a nickname that drives me completely crazy. "Vi Pie!!!" Caleb is the only person on this earth who calls me that, and he's lucky I haven't cut his tongue out for giving me such a shitty nickname. The way he's shouted it, makes me turn to him. There's an urgency in his tone, one that makes me worry about him immediately. "Are you okay?" He's half-way staggering as he strolls up to me. "Am I?"

Nicole asked. Nicole pursed her lips and went straight to the point. “Is he Caleb? Who is he to Angie?” The woman laughed and turned her head, playfully sizing Nicole up with her gaze. “You want to know quite a lot, huh? I’ll tell you this. He’s Caleb. His father is also Caleb. As long as anyone accepts this position, his name is Caleb. Now, do you understand?” Caleb was not a name, but a code name. Whoever sits in this position was called Caleb.

“I know. I was there, remember? I can never forget the day I first held them in my arms.” A wistful smile crossed his face at the remembrance. When we stopped at a red light, Caleb glanced briefly at my side. “I obtained a copy of the children's birth certificate. I noticed they took your maiden surname and I wanted to rectify that immediately. They are Kingston.” That bit of information drove me to silence. Why did I think that Caleb would not like his children taking his surname? Maybe it was the rejection I felt back then when I first announced my pregnancy and failed to acknowledge it.

I picked up the phone with my eyes still glued to the TV and placed it in my ear. “WHAT are we gonna do now?” my best friend Kathy said into the phone in a hysterical tone. She must have seen the news; the only woman who could break my curse had been murdered. “I don't know, Kathy,” I said to the receiver as I bowed my head in frustration, taking my eyes off the TV. “you're gonna die, Caleb, oh my God,” I could hear her stomping her feet in her house from the phone; she was furiously pacing around.

Clothes rustled and Frost’s sickly sweet voice drifted near. “I know you’ll be gone the moment Luna wakes… but I just hope she wakes soon, so she can properly handle her duties as Luna.” “No,” Caleb said coldly, gripping my chin hard enough to hurt. “I don’t need a mate who would threaten my position. She just needs to stay the perfect Luna—lying here in silence, scaring off rogues with her name, but never stealing my spotlight.” My stomach twisted and my throat burned, but thank goddess, after all these years without food, there was nothing left for me to throw up now.

The wolf, as if understanding, ran over and jumped into Caleb’s arms and licked his face. Caleb broke into a big smile as he pet it. “Okay, okay, enough little fellow,” he said. “What shall we name her?” I asked. Caleb thought. “I don’t know,” he finally said. It suddenly came to her. The Rose and the Thorn. “Rose,” I said suddenly. “Let’s call her Rose.” Caleb looked at her, then nodded in approval. “Rose,” he said. “Yes, that is perfect.” As if responding to her new name, Rose ran back to my lap, and cuddled into my chest.