Novel & Cerita Total Drama Caleb

Caleb is quiet and chill but can be a bit mischievous sometimes. Caleb is twenty. He's the older brother. He's in college studying fashion and design. He has looked up to his mother since he was a baby and wanted to be just like her. He used to sketch designs when he was seven. Started making crocheted sweaters when he was eleven. The first time he ever made a crocheted sweater, Dani cried. We were so proud of him. We knew he would go places. Just like his mother.

Caleb Hale. Dominic's younger brother. He'd left town four years ago — right around the time Dominic and I got married — and I hadn't seen him since. He looked older. Broader. He had the same jaw, the same dark eyes, but nothing else was the same. Dominic's face always had that quality of barely restrained calculation, like he was several steps ahead of everyone in the room and mildly contemptuous about it. Caleb just looked like a person. A real one. The kind that hadn't spent years sharpening himself into something dangerous. He had a duffel bag over his shoulder.

Leo was there, safely chasing fireflies in the moonlight, oblivious to the fact that his mother had just signed his father's death warrant. Caleb pocketed the burner phone, his hands no longer trembling, but steady with a cold, murderous resolve. He planned to get to the end of this, no matter what it takes!

Trying not to look as though the words hurt him, Caleb shook hands with John and walked away, he met his dad on his way out, his father patted him on his shoulder and he walked away. Caleb didn't know how long he could bear the humiliation as his mind wandered in different directions, the lawyer had not been able to prove him innocent yet, his ex-girlfriend was still sticking to her earlier claim of domestic violence, he still had not completed his last exams because of the impending case. Nothing seemed to be going well for him. His new wife hated him, his marriage was a sham. His eyes clouded with tears, to avoid spilling down his clean-shaven face he lifted his face and blinked them back

Astrid shook her head and laughed, trying to clear the air of the thick tension looming between them. “You’ve heard the rumours! They are not what should be said about a good person. Darius Titan might be a big name in the world of fashion, but the man is no good.” Her mother informed her. Just then, Caleb—a tall and handsome man in his early fifties—walked in. Caleb was six feet and two inches tall with hazel eyes, black hair with a sprinkle of white strands here and there, and the heart of a child. He put a lot of fathers in their neighbourhood to shame with his confidence and physique.

“Well, then, if you are okay with Caleb knowing everything, then you must know that you are an idiot.” “Jiggy talked to you, didn’t he? Then please explain what is wrong. He isn’t even speaking to me. He’s not acting like himself. I am not even sure what I did wrong.” Drake asked her in desperation. “He did, in fact, call me yesterday. You know he thinks you are going to end your relationship with him.” She stated this. “Wait a minute, this is ridiculous. I am planning to propose to him.” “Are you gay?” Caleb's words came out of nowhere.

He also added that girls are weak with this kind of scenario and they tend to be emotional, especially if they had something to do with it, so we gave it a try. I was on the verge of laughing when I heard him crying and shouting whimsical nonsense but I must admit, he was really great. He made this fiery girl cry. Who would have thought that my silly brother was right? Castiel Ross is also an actor but he just started last year with Dusk. Seeing how he acted yesterday, I can see a bright future for him. He will soon get a great role that he will slay and that will become his stepping stone. “Well, you did a great job, Caleb.”

Alexander was actually really handsome; he reminded me of Evan Peters from American Horror Story. "No problem, Sir. This is actually fairly entertaining." Alexander said, smiling at me. I groaned silently. "Caleb and Candace only have Mondays off. It's a privilege to have two days, Ms. King. If there is a reason why I feel you should tell me." I knew what I was about to say was going to start chaos, going to start a war that I was certain I couldn't win. But at the moment, it only seemed right. Without thinking my decision over, I straightened my posture and cleared my throat.

Now, it smelled like poison. Caleb stepped out. He was drying his hair with a white towel, another one wrapped loosely around his waist. His skin was pink from the heat, clean and scrubbed. He looked like a man who had just finished a workout, not a man who had just beaten his wife half to death. He didn't look at me at first. He walked to the dresser, humming a soft tune. Then his gaze found me through the mirror. The humming stopped. “Still on the floor?” He sighed as he tossed the hand towel onto the bed. “You are so dramatic, Mila. Get up.”

Caleb snapped out of his reverie, returning the greeting with a subdued nod, his gaze deepening. Yeneth, caught between awkwardness and concern, glanced at Caleb. She was about to speak when a glamorous doctor in a white coat appeared beside him on the screen. The doctor, Camila Jervis, peered at the screen, her smile teasing. "Mr. Caleb Jabs, are you chatting with your girlfriend?" Two women were on the screen, leaving it unclear whom she meant. Caleb shook his head, offering no explanation, and instead asked, "Dr. Jervis, what's up?"