Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

Jackson wondered thoughtfully with his hands pushed in his pockets. “ A war will happen. ” Shrugging his shoulders, Beast stopped beside him and stared at the sea. “ Blackwell is not like William Adams. He is a maniac. He does things just for fun, Beast. ” Jackson turned his head to glance at the side of Beast's stern face. “ I know. ” Setting his lips in thin line, Beast dismissed the talk. Suddenly, they both heard something behind them. Jackson pulled out his gun from his waist instinctively and turned around abruptly.

“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

"You're alive." Caelan laughed. "Disappointed?" Alexander took a step backward. "You shouldn't exist." "Neither should you." The two stared at each other. Dominic looked between them. "What is going on?" Caelan answered. "Alexander was one of the first Alphas Blackthorn successfully conditioned." Dominic's face went pale. "No." Alexander said nothing. Caelan continued. "He was taught to obey commands." Dominic looked at his father. "Is that true?"

Miriam was already moving through the crowd, barking orders, trying to restore some semblance of order to a room that had just watched an ancient shadow ritual nearly complete in front of them. Beckett had collapsed to his knees the second Kael let go of him, and now sat slumped against the dais, face buried in his hands, whatever remained of his composure completely gone. "Where did he go," I said, grabbing the front of Beckett's jacket, hauling him upright with a strength that surprised even me. "You knew about the anchor. You knew what would happen. Where does the backlash actually send someone?"

It was evident in her speech. "It's nice to meet you, Zita. I'm Rebecca but you can call me Becky." "I certainly can't, Duchess. The Duke will be furious with me if I address Her grace by her nickname." Zita said plainly, giving her reasons. Rebecca was about to speak with the door creaked open. The Duke stood there and looked at the two. Zita frighteningly had her eyes on the floor and avoided eye contact. Rebecca saw the look he wore-certainly a sign for her to avoid him-and she swallowed nervously.

“I’m right here.” “Well, if it isn’t the hyperactive little shadow.” Voss sneered before letting out a dark, amused chuckle. “I see you’re still there. I should have known you’ll still be clinging to him like a fucking leech.” Beck’s expression darkened immediately. “Unfortunately for you, asshole." Myla looked between the phone and Beck, her brows furrowing. “You know him?” Beck didn’t take his eyes off the device. “Yeah, I know exactly who this piece of trash is,” he spat out, his voice shaking with pure disgust. “He is Commander Richard Voss.”

Adrian reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number. "Connect me to Mr. Hammond." Mr. Hammond had worked with Beckett Holdings since its foundation. It was his company that first signed the deciding contract that put Beckett Holdings on the radar. As such, Adrian knew his character more than he did his other partners—if anyone would answer honestly, it would be him. The call connected after several rings. "President Beckett." "Mr. Hammond." Adrian skipped the usual pleasantries. "I'd like to ask you something." A beat of silence, then, "It would be my pleasure."

“You can’t, even if you wanted to. So let’s not make a big deal out of this. I will ensure you get what you deserve. You won’t ever have to suffer for the rest of your life, Serena. Sign” I just stared at him in disbelief, totally flabbergasted to hear him speak to me like that. No real words leaving my lips to fight back such downgrade, to scream and display just how hurtful those words were! Was he really not sorry at all? Not even a tad bit remorseful? Yeah, I know. I know very well that I was absolutely nothing compared to him. I held no real power or backing to fight, even if I wanted to! He was Eliot Beckett. The one and only son of the great Beckett family! A regal personality known n

The moment she perished, she will be unrecognised. I grope the pocket of my thick and feathery winter coat, on my hand was a bottle of an acid with intense chemical. The moment I poured it on her alluring face, her enchanting beauty will get burn little by little. I gave her a nefarious grin, her eyes begun to shiver upon seeing the bottle of a deadly acid. “Stop Becca! No! Please! Don’t do that! I’m begging Becca! Please!” her clamour resonates throughout the woods, I never see her as petrified as that, my twin sister was like a little girl begging not to be admonished.