Novel & Cerita Nicknames For Caleb

Caleb's POV "From now on, your name is Stella, okay?" She snapped her head towards me, her eyes staring into mine. "Stella?" Her brows curled, trying to understand it. "What do you want to be called?" I asked, my eyes looking at her lips. I was so hungry for her, but I needed to put her raging heart at peace first. "Alpha Caleb, i–" "Call me Caleb." I pulled her close, our noses were touching. I watched her movement, I watched how she gulped down, how she sighed, how she struggled to let air into her lungs.

It was an odd call. Caleb knew this to be true, because never in his wildest dreams, had he imagined Nolan would call him. They weren’t the best of friends, hell, they were barely acquaintances. With he and Nolan, it was more of an impasse, a cold war if you please. Nolan had never approved of Caleb’s status as an Alpha, which had always amused Caleb, when he wasn’t downright annoyed by it, because Nolan was only a few years older.

Krissie asked and laughed. "Maybe he's like rain man," Alice piped up. Caleb wanted to kill her. Grab her by her dumb skinny neck and squeeze the life out of her. As he imagined the life fading from her eyes, a memory popped up as clear as day. His brothers faded red notebook with all his dealings and the name 'Eddison Ryder' with the number -600 scrawled in his brother's handwriting. Caleb remembered glancing down at it, wondering why he couldn't have a cool sounding name like Eddison Ryder. Caleb Spencer didn't have the same ring.

Nikkie said, with a smile. “Was he always handsome without the brains?” I asked Emily. “He was one of those popular guys who always managed to stay on the edge of getting an ‘E’, without falling into an ‘F’ when it came to grades, but he always got an ‘A’ when it came to romance.” She said, and Nikkie flashed his easy smile. “I doubt you will be able to hold a candle when it comes to Caleb. He's gonna outshine you.” I bragged, missing the Alphas at every second. Nikkie was my excuse to talk about them.

Caleb teases, wiggling his eyebrows. "Hey, why doesn't my girlfriend let me give her pet names?" Jack whines. "Look, Jack, if your girlfriend let you give her pet names, you would probably call her something stupid like Chipmunk," Caleb slides down beside Rilee. Chipmunk is actually not that bad honestly. "Hey!" Jack frowns. "How did you know that I was gonna call her that?" "Why don't you guys describe your girlfriends to us? I really want to get to know them!" I interrupt.

They did, every time. Next came Caleb, the youngest, who exuded an air of refinement and elegance. Equally tall and handsome like Alex, with a sharp nose and an even sharper jaw, his skin was a bit lighter than Alex's, and his lips slightly thinner. He too had tattoos but only on his fingers— a cross, his initials, a sword, a skull, and a half moon—He was a man of sophistication. Always had been. While in childhood, Alex and Lucas would simply roll out of bed and join the breakfast table with messy hair and puffy faces, Caleb would already be there, fully dressed. But that was about all the effort he put in. He was the messiest one in every other aspect, whether it was taking multiple girls

Caleb frowns, his thick eyebrows dropping until they almost obscure his eyes. “Alpha Illian Payne,” he says, voice incredulous. “The rogue king. How can you not know who he is?” Levi scoffs, leaning back slightly. “Yeah, I know him, but not the others.” “Beta Cole Larkin,” Caleb says, and the name hits me like a punch. Larkin. Surely that’s a coincidence. “Gamma Ren Woodward,” Caleb continues, “and Delta Elwin Reed.” Levi nods. “Thanks,” he mutters, sitting upright again.

"Boy, if you draw close to me in that tone, I will do Hunit the favour of having just your limb to drop into your grave." "Aunt B…" Anya's voice trailed off as she cautioned her. Caleb instantly stopped. That name hasn't been mentioned in his family for more than 20 years. It was his father's first name. Berdie May walked toward Anya's desk and half sat on it, leaving enough space for Anya to see her face and see her friend. "Why?..." Caleb asked in a shaky voice that had pain, fear and tears.

Thus, Caleb introduced himself, "Caleb Jennings. That's my name." Celeste simply wasn't used to being this close with an unfamiliar man. After a brief moment to compose herself, she looked up and said, "Celeste Rodriguez."

"Whats my aunts name?" Caleb and Luther share a disturbing look