روايات وقصص ضمن Admiral Beckett

I’m the one costing us this win? “You are heavily delusional Beckett” He arches his brow as if to ask but am I? My voice comes out in a snarl. “You’re the one in charge on this ice. Not me. So instead of worrying about what I’m doing, why don’t you start showing some qualities of an actual leader?” His brows clash together, nose wrinkling back in disgust. “I think it’s time you get over the fact that your last name wasn’t enough to get this position for yourself.”

Her manic gaze fixes me in place. “Emery Aldair is commander of Kaelara Naval Station, the highest rank in the navy,” she continues, voice low and venomous. “He controls the coast guards. He could destroy a ship the size of Yoseff Beckett’s yacht and make it look like a minor accident. A small boat? He could capsize it with a flick. He could call it a mistake, and his men would follow. Half the navy are werewolves loyal to him. He can do anything.”

I admit, overwhelmed with an happiness I never thought I'd ever experience. “You're happy?“ A voice inquires. A voice that made shiver run down my spine as I recognized that voice really well. It was Alpha Beckett. How was communicating with me even without being nearby? Could it be the power of the witch he's working with? “Alpha Beck-” “I'm coming for you, Kaia” Alpha Beckett declares. I could sense the anger in his voice. It held alot of resentment “You failed to do your part so you'd better be prepared”

Blake said as he walked toward Tabitha and held her into his arms to calm her down. Susan witnessed all of this and didn’t say how she longed to be in her boss’s arms and be held tightly. When Tabitha finally calmed down, Blake left her alone to ponder her wealth and continued his daily duties. An hour passed, and his phone began to ring. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the familiar number but couldn’t place it. “Hello, Blake Elon speaking.” “Chief General War God, this is General Beker. Are you free tomorrow for us to discuss your return?”

Beckket was at the Alfonso's quarters as their plan is starting to commence. "Miss Adair," their butler called Jane's attention. Jane's eyes look at the man behind them. It must be the file she asked. "Are you done with the task I asked you to do?" she asked, thr butler nod his head before bowing his head. Jane turn around to walk towards the couch. Beckket walk inside the room, wearing his usual suit and tie, hand inside his pocket with a smile on his face. Jane wished she was happy too, but she's not, she need to this all for the murderer and have her revenge.

I was just making sure he got to his car okay, nothing more than that, definitely not still riding whatever thing had been sitting in my chest since I first spotted them at that table. I lost sight of them for a second the second I stepped out. By the time I found them again, Beckett was already on the ground, back against some stranger's car. "Beckett? Are you okay?" The guy crouched near him, voice all fake concern, probably the same fake concern he'd probably been performing all through dinner. "I am fineeeeee." Dragging the word out, grinning ear to ear like nothing was wrong, and that alone told me everything was very wrong.

Trevor had the cooking oil and flare pistol at the ready, and Melville drew comfort from it. As he moved, the captain could see the oncoming horde of creatures, weighing up the odds of him getting out of the galley and giving Trevor enough time to quell the assault. The maths just did not add up in his favour. He knew that it was too late for him, and Trevor saw it in the captain’s eyes too. Melville ignored him and picked up Cotteridge’s baton. “Lead them out, Number One,” he said, and turned to face the advancing creatures. They met him with hisses and the click of their claws.

“She was the creator of the vaccine, it has come to our knowledge that they may have needed a backup plan.” Archer gulped heavily at the information, he nodded in acknowledgement signalling that was his only question. “Find me information, I want this closed down immediately.” The Colonel ordered, pointing his finger to the table as he said it. “Yes sir,” the men called out in unison. Their boss left the room abruptly, leaving the men once again to their own thoughts. Silence fell shortly before anyone spoke. It had been months since they had to retrieve a body, dead or alive. The thought worried Archer, he couldn’t live with himself if the last thing she experienced from him before she died

He had a pair of dark glasses on and was smirking at me. "Easy there, darling. It's standard protocol to check anyone before they enter the gates." He clarified, his hands clasping the gun to his shoulder. "I hope you enjoy working here." He said one last time and tilted his head towards the gate. I looked at the gates which were now being opened by two men who were wearing black leather suits; just like the ones the two humans from earlier had on. "I am Commander Zetsev. I control the guards." He said with a cocky grin. I instantly disliked him.

Gravus and those men will face the law court finally and be punished by Beckett. I’ve known Beckett for a while. He has an enigmatic personality and he doesn’t lack empathy like his brother. He has never desired the Throne either. If he wants to do this, then it’s for a better cause. I can use this to my advantage as well and end the war that has been going on between the Regions. Looking at the lady once again. “Pass this to Beckett. He is invited to my pack but only if his intentions are genuine. Enough of the games.”