Total Drama Caleb Novels & Stories

I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.

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"I don't have one, but I'll get one." "Alright, Keiza. I need you to do that as soon as possible. We can't waste any more time unless we want everything to go astray. Okay, I need you to do everything discreetly. I don't want anything to unfold or reveal itself to others, especially watch out for Caleb." "Caleb? Who's Caleb?" Keiza asked. "Caleb is Alpha Dane's beta and his right-hand man. He never leaves his side, and he's also doing an investigation on a case... I don't know what it is, but that's what I've been watching them do since I got to their place."

Just when he checked who came for him, Mason's shoulder fell. It was a man, tall and handsome. His face was complacent and his eyes sparked with unfamiliar danger. Mason noticed the man was wearing expensive clothes and had an aura of confidence wrapped around him. His presence made Mason anxious, so he asked, “Who are you? What's your relationship with Stella?” Caleb smirked. “I'm Caleb West. Remember that name. As for my relationship with Stella, I had nothing to do with her. But if you're talking about the woman who lives here with the children, then I can say I am her lover.”

he said flatly. Caleb ran a hand through his hair, pacing the small living room. “Barry doesn’t just want her back. He wants to erase the fact she ever left. To him, that’s weakness. An insult. So he’s making an example. And anyone who stands in the way of that?” He pointed at Dante. “You’re on his list.” My body locked. An example. The word spun in my head, sharp and terrifying. “He’s setting traps,” Caleb went on, voice urgent. “Contacts in the city. People who owe him money, people too scared to say no. He’s building something bigger than you realize.”

The academy moved like nothing had changed, like there were no secrets buried beneath it, like no one had died, like no one was pretending to be something they were not. We sat in the large hall for breakfast, surrounded by noise that felt distant and hollow. I didn’t look at either of them directly. But I tracked everything, the space between them, the way her shoulders stiffened when he moved, the way his gaze never stayed too long. They were acting. And they were good at it. So was I. Then Caleb stood up. Without hesitation, without warning, he walked straight toward Devon.Of course he did. I watched him carefully, my expression unreadable. Caleb never wasted time. If he saw a path, he to

"No, he's definitely scared out of his mind. Don't bother saving him—the Darkscale's going to eat him." Oner, Chivas, and Lance turned in shock toward Caleb too. Chivas studied Tia for a while and then growled icily as he remembered who Caleb was. "Caleb Crawford?!" Chivas' exclamation drew everyone's attention right then, and they were once again dissing out loud. "What?! That's Caleb Crawford?!" "Wait, the same Caleb Crawford who caused a huge mess in Middleton City and Corvina?!" "Tut, tut… And here I wondered how amazing he would be, but he's both a coward and brainless!"

He drags me straight into my room. Fortunately Bethany isn’t there. I wouldn’t want her to see him like this, caught in his rage. He throws me forward and stumbling, I fall down onto the ground. “I’ll kill him, you know,” Caleb says. “If you even think about plotting against me with him, I will tear his throat out. You’ll never succeed.” “Don’t kill him,” I say. “He’s not plotting anything. He’s given everything to his wife. He has nothing left to give to me.”

he says to me, eyes gleaming with something only he is privy to. “Caleb,” He doesn’t shake my hand, he only nods, eyes raking my body, earning a low growl from the man beside him. He rolls his eyes, as if his friend is being dramatic. “What? I know we’ll be seeing each other often, I had to introduce myself.” Seeing each other often? Why? Does Leslie’s friends hang out with Law? I can see that happening, but Remy and I don’t like each other enough for it to happen.