Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

She simply replied, "Nope. You've got the wrong person, Mr. Beckett." Sheryl smiled and said, "Since you've never met, how did you know this is Mr. Jasper Beckett?" "That's because Mr. Beckett holds a high position and authority as Beckett Group's president." Amber lowered her eyes coldly. "Besides, Mr. Beckett and his ex-partner are well-known in Solana City for rescuing many who have fallen into hopelessness. Is there anyone who doesn't know of him? "It's not strange that I know who Mr. Beckett is, is it?"

Then: “If this is bullshit—” “It’s not,” Beckett cut in. “Look, I’m not trying to win back favors. I’m just trying to stay alive. If the ship sinks, I want to be off it first.” A heavy exhale from the other end. “I’ll handle it.” Click. Beckett lowered the phone, heart pounding, sweat soaking through the collar of his shirt. He stumbled out of the booth, not even noticing the rain beginning to fall. _ Reyes, sitting in the station’s wire room, headset on, listening to a duplicate line through a tap in the burner.

I hate emojis; they never make sense, so I only use them to send a coded message. As I walk into the cafeteria, I hear Katrina's musical laughter. She's laughing at something Aphelion's just told her. I can tell because she's clutching his arm and covering her mouth while trying to calm down her laughter. Beckett's also with the group; his hands are clutching his stomach as if he can't breathe. Katrina has been good for us. I haven't seen Beckett laugh like that since we were young kids. What happened during his first year of school must've taken a toll on him, and I feel guilty for not recognizing something was wrong. As the future head commander, I needed to know how my officers were doing

I sighed and reached for a box of cereal—fucking Lucky Charms, of all things—when I heard someone say my name. “Captain?” Someone called. I froze for half a second, blinking like the shelves had just grown eyes and started talking. Then I turned. Ms. Beckett. Her cart was stacked with fruits, frozen meals, and wine. She wore yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt that said “If you can read this, bring coffee.” Her hair was pulled back into a bun, a few strands escaping like they always did. And, of course, she looked stunning in that effortlessly intimidating way she always managed.

We both decided to be silent for the rest of our walk to war. As soon as the Alpha called for action, Beckett shifted into his cecaelia, grabbing hold of a rogue vampire with two of his tentacles and pulling it's head off. It's dust quickly became one with the mud, and I nodded my head at Beckett as I quickly turned the blade of my sword backwards to stab a troll that was running at my back. Clearly, he made the mistake of assuming that I was an easy target. Beckett nodded back at me before we both went our separate ways into the fight.

I ask Becky, who shakes her head. “Listen, Becky. I need you to set up a perimeter around the Palace. Nothing should get past it.” I have seen her fight and how she demands respect when she is on the field. She is the best person I can trust to do this. “Wait. Commander. I am in charge. Beta Aruthr of…” “Beta Arthur, Captain Becky will be taking point. Everyone reports to her. Are we clear?” I ask him and he clenches his jaw tight. “She is just an omega. She can’t—”

“Strangely enough, shortly after Gaius jumped to his death, Dr. Beckett was rapidly promoted—twice in a row—rising from an ordinary doctor to deputy head of the department.” “From then on, his career smoothed out. Within a few years, he beat the competition for both department head and vice president.” “And finally, just one year ago, he became the director of Vernon Hospital!” At this point, Serena and Xavier exchanged a knowing glance—they both sensed something fishy about Dr. Beckett’s sudden promotions. “Keep reading,” Xavier murmured. The two of them focused again on the report. “Further investigation revealed that Bram Knowles—then a high-ranking government official—had secret contact

He was attired in a shirt that was as blue as his eyes and black pant as dark as his neatly brushed hair and a black shoe. "Nala," the bitch had the nerves to call me. "Don't call my name in your fucking mouth," I told him off angrily. "I'm sorry for hurting you," he says to me. Before he could tell me any more lies. I shut him up with the fourteen words I was sleepless and dying to tell him. "I Nala Blacke, reject you, Alpha Anton Bates as my one true mate!" I shouted loudly to him that it echoes in the entire room.

The preacher’s booming voice came to me, causing me to jump. “Everyone, please stand for the arrival of the bride,” he said in a jovial tone. I heard the rustle of clothing as people stood, then the doors opened. Gasps filled the air, and I turned my attention to the chapel. I held my breath when I saw that every single person from the motorhome park stood there…with the exception of Katie. Self-conscious, I blushed under their stares.

The proxies and regional commanders we have dealt with across the past years are not intelligent enough to have built this campaign. Someone is directing it. And of course,I heard Caden Voss was killed. How unfortunate” he said Zayden's jaw tightened once. "Dorian Vane," he said. The name hit the room differently depending on the age of the Alpha hearing it. The older ones recognized it immediately. Aldous went very still. A silver-haired Alpha two seats from the end,Brennan of Pale Ridge put his hands flat on the table slowly like