Novel & Cerita Total Drama Caleb

“But Conrad knows Albert!” Caleb shot back, leaning forward. “Albert’s close to Annie’s mom, right? He could talk to her, get her to tell Annie to ditch Peter and come back to me.” Conrad sighed, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Caleb, I’m not getting in the middle of your love life. You need to let Annie go. Move on.” Caleb’s face twisted, a mix of anger and hurt. “None of you get it,” he snapped, shoving his chair back and standing. “I’m fucking done.” He stormed off, his footsteps heavy as he disappeared down the hall, presumably to his room.

Caleb was just a puppet… dancing exactly the way Daniel wanted. And now the question is no longer about revenge. It’s about survival.

Caleb was purring Mate so loudly I thought my eardrums would burst. I forced it down. The mating bond was a chemical trap. I reminded myself of the dossiers Madeline had shown me: the betrayal, the faked death, the way he’d plotted with Frederic to dismantle my family. He’s an actor, I told myself. A professional. Look at the eyes. But he didn't see me. He was searching. If he’s the villain, Caleb mused, who is he performing for in the dark? Shut up, I snarled internally.

She was in public, so she couldn’t let loose the outraged scream that was frantically trying to tear out of her throat. Caleb was an awfully good actor! He had the reporters eating in the palm of his hand, and he relished in their attention, continuing to speak about their relationship as though he cherished every moment of it, claiming that they fell in love despite the differences in their statuses, and how they wished to live a humble life free from the scrutiny of higher society. So this was how Caleb wanted to play it? He wanted to play the sad lover, jilted because his wife divorced him to make a play for a richer man?

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.

I asked now taking a big gulp from my glass. “Alpha Damon is clever. He used your cousin Chance to distract me.” Caleb said as he got up and poured himself another glass. “A distraction for what?” I asked moving to the edge of my seat. Caleb chugged another glass and I was losing count on how many glasses he had. He tilted his head to look at the ceiling and then ran his hand down his face then pulling off at his chin before he spoke, “A distraction to kidnap Ella.” I downed what was left in my glass and slammed it on his desk as I stood. “You let them take our mate?”

"Caleb, what's this about?" Caleb casually explained, "Now that Amirate Corporation has established a talent department, we naturally need fresh people. "Kayla is my junior. She recently starred in a popular web series, and her contract with her previous agency just ended."

"You'll do great. I'm going back to continue my research on the moon witch. I expect you to visit her immediately after Andrew dies. I'll leave her in a coma for a while and you're to act like a loving boyfriend. Then I'll make it look like you resuscitated her and some other romantic shit. You'll lure her out, tell her that you defeated evil, and beg her to help you get rid of me, and boom on that night we sacrifice her and live happily ever after." Caleb smirked, enjoying the idea. "I could live with that," Caleb said. "What's the update on Dominic? Is his wife still blabbing?" Caleb shrugged, "There's nothing." He's probably long gone and his wife has started acting out because he may hav

I asked, approaching her cautiously. She turned, her shoulders slumping in exasperation. “Not really. Our male lead model canceled last minute. And it’s thrown everything off—not just the show, but our team’s filming schedule too. It’s a disaster.” I bit my lip, trying to think of a solution, when a familiar voice interrupted. “Need a substitute?” Caleb’s confident tone turned both our heads. “Caleb?” I exclaimed, surprised to see him here. “What are you doing?” “Offering a solution,” he said with a grin. “I’m tall, decently built, and can follow instructions. Sounds like a model to me.”

He just looked at the floor. Do you have any clue what you're putting Damon through?" I asked angrily. "Do you have any clue what he must be thinking, looking for me, not even knowing if I'm dead or alive?" Caleb rubbed his hands together, refusing to look at me. "I didn't… I didn't sign up for this," he mumbled. "I only said yes because—" He trailed off. I waited. “Because I still have feelings for Cara," he finished, shame carved on his face. "Despite the fact that I know I shouldn't."