Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

Reyes would be watching his face when he did. Beckett had the water. Ex-Coast Guard, gone freelance and expensive, and worth every dollar because he could tell you which slip a boat could leave from at which tide without a single wake to remember it by. Beckett was in a kayak two hundred yards out in the pre-dawn dark right now, doing nothing but existing, memorizing the marina from the one angle nobody ever guarded, the sea side, the blind side, the side that in every stupid movie the villain always forgot he had.

His entire world had revolved around her, and it ate at him that Amara didn’t love him back. When the war began, he had gone out to fight on her orders. Beckett had succeeded, coming home alive and pleased with himself only to hear his wife was dead. She had been ambushed by a spy on her way to him on the battlefield. Beckett had taken to the news horribly. Overcome with grief, he committed suicide. I wondered if he had thought of the daughter he had left behind. Probably not. His devotion to his mate had been far greater than any affection he had for me.

He questioned and I chuckled. "You know that more than anyone and I'm not sure you want me to say the reason here," I replied before walking over to him. "Hi guys, I'm Adrian Beckett and if you don't mind, would you like to tell me the reason you wanted to kill my friend here?" I asked the men playfully. I knew they wouldn't tell me the reason easily and I already planned out how to provoke them until they would talk but what I didn't expect was the look on their face the moment I mentioned my name. The one sitting immediately stood up and rushed back.

I don't even blink as I speak. "You tell me." Be says. "I am done lying to you, Ajay. I don't want to fight this anymore. This is my fate, I know, and I accept it. Your actions don't trigger anything. They just give me very bad vibes, and I end up dreaming of the people you kill under my watch. I can't bear the sound of gunshots and I don't know why. But that is all there is, Ajay." I finish trading my lies, and wait for his response which takes almost forever.

She giggled at his antics, he's always like this even when he's out of his mind. "Wait, if you weren't trying to break through, why were you in retreat for two weeks?" "I'll tell you later, what's the message?" Xasha was still worried about Verra. "Oh, almost forgot. Verra sent an urgent message a few hours ago. It's Beemo." "Beemo?" "Yes, he's stormed DelaVega City with his strike force. They've killed thousands of people and have burned down nearly a quarter of the City. He's now facing off against Warhammer Bruce."

Becca also got off from the same car as Alex and stomped angrily towards Alexis. “You always do whatever the hell you want Alexis, but you know what? This time you really went overboard. “I second that….” Mica said from inside the car as he sighed deeply. “She sounded like she had everything under control until you appeared Alexis. I heard a gunshot and that was the last thing I heard. Right now, we don’t even know if she is doing well.” Becca said pacing around. “I understand you lot are worried about your captain but as you see I am a very important person so you need to take me inside so I can see your master. You lot are acting like terrible hosts.” Del Matta said as he came up from behi

If things went south, she might run out again, but at least she wouldn’t be able to run very far in a tiny dress of hers showing off her long, tanned legs. The harbor was deserted for four blocks and I didn’t need to be subtle any longer, so I hoisted her over my shoulder. She felt so light in my arms. I jostled her up higher on my shoulder and hiked with her up the ramp. The water below us rippled, reflecting the moonlight on the waves. My nostrils flared at the salty scent of sea air and fish stink which lingered. The crew knew better than to ask me any questions, and the captain saluted me when I stepped on board.

She walked half-down, trying to reach him, but suddenly a scream startled her. "Rebecca!" Her father's voice was so crystal clear. Becky turned to find her father at the end of the yacht, ready to jump into the lifeboat, waiting for him. He pointed his gun at Becky as a shield so that neither James nor the police could shoot him. "Trust me. He's not a good guy! I have to do this for us," said William Beckett. He pointed his gun at James with lightning speed and fired a shot when he was off guard, making him collapse instantly.

“I can’t let Becky get there first, Lucien. I won’t let her drag someone innocent back in chains. Not again. I’ve done enough betraying in my life.” Lucien’s expression softened, grief flickering in his eyes. He didn’t say Elise’s name. He didn’t have to. “Fine,” Lucien murmured. “Tell me what you need.” Becky looked radiant as she stood at the docks in her battle armor, silver plates gleaming against the gray morning light. A crowd had gathered, whispering admiration and fear. “Ambassador Everglade,” a guard announced, bowing. She smiled. “Ready the scouting vessels. And bring me the charts. We’ll sweep the southern bay first.”

Her tears were already falling, yet she didn’t notice it. “Promise me that you’ll only cry when you’re with me. You need to be strong,” Beckett said with a gentle but authoritative tone. “You can’t let someone see your vulnerabilities. They will use it against you.” Beckett knew how the world was messed up, with people fighting for their rights and power more than any zombie apocalypse or virus spreading all over the country. In his years in Milan, he had witnessed betrayal and revenge multiple times. And now, it’s their turn.