Total Drama Caleb Novels & Stories

Chapter 34 Caleb , had always been cool and calm and he's always had a good head on his shoulders and by that we mean , he was the go-to guy when someone had a problem and he would offer practical solutions or he would be the kind of guy that you could sit up all night until 2am and he'd never get tired of listening to you and trying to help you he had very sharp and a little skills and he new how to cut through .

Tonight, the hatred was a living thing, breathing between them in the cramped laundry room of their shared house. "Hey princess," Caleb growled, his tall frame blocking the doorway. He was shirtless, just a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips and a towel slung over one shoulder. His chest was all lean muscle and a sleeve of tattoos that swirled down his right arm. He looked exactly like the trouble he was. “Wash this,” he threw a white blanket at her and she dodged it. Maya was bent over the dryer, pulling out a basket of warm towels. She didn't turn around.

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"...one who can barely keep up." I felt the familiar sting of tears. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide back in the forest where the shadows couldn't judge me. "Isla," Caleb said, his voice abnormally calm. "Look at Silas." I looked up, my vision blurred. Caleb didn't stand up. He didn't shout. But suddenly, a wave of pure, unadulterated Alpha pressure exploded from him. It was so thick I could almost see it—a dark, shimmering aura that made the wine glasses on the table vibrate until they shattered.

I said. “It’s because they know your struggles too…” he mumbled. “Yeah…” I only said. The elevator door opened, and we immediately went out and walked to my sister’s room. I saw them watching a telenovela on the TV that was hanged on the wall. “These plots nowadays are very predictable! It’s all the same, it bores the hell out of me!” I heard Caleb complained when we entered the room. “The protagonist is a poor woman and her love interest is a rich man, the in laws are like pawns of Satan, the leading lady will get into an accident and will suffer from amnesia that is harder to cure than cancer!” he even shouted in frustration.

Caleb replied "Thank you guys, I just want today to go smoothly, but I fear, what if the goblin decides to strike tonight?, oh or worse cameras and people videoing, I didn't even think of that" I begin to panic Caleb responds calmly "Don't worry, am way ahead of you, just leave everything to me" he folds his arm and smirks "Really? Uhmm okay" "Oh you'll see, for now, you better get ready, shows about to start" I gave him a nod and went to the dressing room where I would get my costume

She asked all her questions at once but I only had an answer to the latter. “I found out just before I saw Derek in the hallway earlier,” I said to her, “and I don’t have answers to the rest of your questions,” I added. “Does Caleb know? About—all of this,” she asked and again, I nodded ‘No.’ “You have to tell him, like right now, who knows what Sheila is scheming,” Carla said with urgency in her tone. “Well, I’m sure Caleb isn’t interested in that, trust me, he’s totally spaced out right now with Nate leaving him,” I answered and she just nodded.

I click the call to end and I’m already running down the stairs, making a video of every corner of the structure while I wonder when Michael even had the time to make this happen. You know what they say: ‘if he wanted to, he would.’ Caleb is downstairs and this is the most casual and unprofessional I’ve seen him. He’s playing with Fluff and Joy, laughing loudly as he does. The moment he notices me, his face morphs back into that seriousness and he stands, crossing his wrists above each other in front of him. “There’s no need to act all serious, Caleb,” I tell him. He doesn’t respond, just raises a brow and smirks lightly. I scoff, shaking my head. “You knew about this, didn’t you? And you ne

With the spotlight now on him, he threw his arms up, grinning widely as his teammates engulfed him. “He’s more than that,” I mumbled, not caring that I sounded ridiculous. “You’re just being obsessed.” She groaned, chewing noisily on her popcorn. She always chewed noisily whenever she was brewing something stupid in her head. Just like I had thought, she shifted her gaze back to me and with a hand resting under her chin, she murmured, “I told you about Caleb, remember? He asked me about you again. And unlike August freaking Reynolds, Caleb is actually normal. He studies Computer Engineering like us, and doesn’t think the sun rises and sets with his own ego.”

Caleb spoke. My pulse raced. I felt a thundering sound fill my ears, and I averted my gaze from the screen. I was eavesdropping on his conversation with his friend, I had a camera and a microphone hidden. I got the file about everyone who attended that camp, there is no one shady, not even a single mafia king, just mere people, thieves, people who lost themselves in drugs, people who survived something grave, people who lost themselves through other means. My eyes darted back to the screen, Caleb is good. I should have known, it saddened me that he didn’t mention she was sick, even before the attack, he never once mentioned he had a daughter, let alone that she only had a limited amount of