Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

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

Timothy Beckett. ​He was leaning against a mahogany desk in his penthouse office, looking every bit the cold, formidable titan I remembered. He looked thinner, perhaps, his expression more guarded than usual, but the "Beckett Steel" was unmistakable. The headline read: The Relentless Pursuit: How Timothy Beckett is Redefining Global Logistics. ​"His name is Timothy Beckett," Abby read aloud, her voice full of admiration. "It says here he's the most eligible bachelor in the region, though he's notoriously private lately. Do you know him, Lei? You move in high circles back home, right?"

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.

Seconds after that, "Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller. "To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them. Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing. "Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..." *****

“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.

Beckett Harrington's heart skipped a beat as Allie Brooks’ gaze locked onto him with a laser focus. He froze. His body stiffened, and his breath hitched in his throat. He actually took a step back—almost stumbling in his haste to avoid her. “No, no, no—Allie, please! That’s not funny. Liam’s gonna kill me!” Beckett's voice cracked, somewhere between panic and prayer. His hands were up, a desperate gesture of surrender.

Beckett felt the desolation wash over him in waves, the past repeating itself. Beckett had barely hit adulthood the first time he had sparked for another. She had been perfect for him in every way. A beautiful water sprite, as steady as the tide and as wild as a stormy sea. He was smitten from the first meeting, his spark helping him forge onward. But, she had sparked for another, one of the merfolk of the deep sea.