Captain Beatty Character Traits Novels & Stories

This really got his attention. By the time we walked him to the door, the mood changed, and now that I see his car leave, I turn to look at Ro and I shiver. "Finally..., that man was giving me all the wrong feelings, I think I need a shower." He chuckles, his hand softly caressing my cheek. "I know, and trust me, he has always been like that. It is his arrogant personality and selfish demeanor. Believe it or not, his Beta and all his pack members have a cult-like loyalty to him," he says with a shrug.

"No. His father." I hadn't expected Garrett's father to come into the picture at all, and I found myself leaning slightly forward. "What was he like?" Her smile was gone, replaced by a guarded look. "Charismatic. Ambitious. Dangerous. He could convince anyone to follow him, but he wasn't the kind of man who valued loyalty in return. He broke promises as easily as he made them. I frowned, trying to square her words with the Garrett I knew. "Garrett's not like that," I said firmly. "He's many things, but he's not a liar. He keeps his promises, no matter the cost."

But he suddenly had a sinking feeling that he had been wrong, and that the knowledge had had the opposite effect on Bev. Charles leaned against the wall and pressed the side of his face into the cold tile. The more he learned about Bev, the more he liked her. When she had seen someone hurting, even someone like Brady, she had rushed out to apologize and make sure he was okay. She was genuine and didn’t place money on a pedestal. Charles pushed away from the tile and shook his head. He’d known that Bev would have to eventually find out who he was. It wasn’t like it was a secret that he’d be able to keep. He had hoped that he’d be able to keep it quiet a little longer, though. Long enough for

There's a dull throb at my temple and now I know it's not from the bourbon, it's from my brother. Beatrice might think she can handle someone like Atticus, but she hasn't met him. I can guarantee she's never met a person that lives in shadows and smirks while breaking people apart just to see what they're made of. He's charming when it suits him, slick words and lazy smiles, but beneath that he's psychotic. He's not just cruel. He feeds off fear. He smells weakness like a shark smells blood in the water.

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

"I escaped, and I wanted to teach him a lesson. I wanted to show you, Father, that I'm capable of dealing with my problems myself if you won't help me." The Beast's eyes flickered. One would argue that it is with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He had always seen potential in his son, and this bold move seemed to confirm that El Patrio was indeed a force to be reckoned with and the one that would destroy him if absolute care was not taken. He is careless, insensitive, and hardly cleans up his mess. "So, you captured the prosecutor and his baby," the Beast mused, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of his chair. "Impressive, my son. But now, what is it that you seek?"

Not what you would expect for a Beta. I know a Beta is meant to be strong and dominating, much in the same way as an Alpha, but, they are also meant to be approachable and decent. Kind and caring. Friendly and hard-working. Much like my Dad. I was unsure if my brother held all those traits, but that was a different story. Hopefully he would improve as he got older, or that is what I kept telling myself, despite the fact he had already attended his Beta training. But, this Beta here seemed to lack most of these skills too, or that was my first opinion of him.

Watt grinned, his bald head shining under the office lights. I snorted and shook my head. “She didn’t do that.” But damn, I wished she had. She was the kind of woman you thought about all day. Watt leaned forward, his massive frame taking up most of the couch. He looked like a granite statue, all muscle and sharp eyes. He was my Beta, my second-in-command, a former bouncer built like a tank. Most people thought he was scary, but I knew he had a soft heart. “But something happened, right? Tell me.”

“Yes I do but it's consuming you.” Marley's chin rose instinctively. “I will keep this mission going till I get the murderer even if it takes me ten years.” Her voice held determination and her eyes burned with it and that was what Captain admired most about her. She has always been like this. He remembered when she had taken the title ‘sergeant’ and had sworn to bring her father's murderer to justice. Her eyes had held great determination just like it blazed right now though it was banked. “I guess it won't be lasting ten years now that you are in Anthonio Kalvey's house.”