Captain Beatty Character Traits Novels & Stories

“Impresses everyone else.” “You know what does impress me?” she snapped. “The way your brother is so loyal to you. The way you’re loyal to him. The way you smile after you tease me. The way you fuck me four times in a row like you haven’t seen me in weeks even though it’s been one day. The way you look far more powerful naked than in the $10,000 suits you wear. The way you take care of your mother. The way you pulled your brother off me when he almost beat me to death. The way you lowered your gun when you knew there was another life at stake. That’s what impresses me, Cato. Not the size of your wallet. That’s what made me turn around. Because I actually care about you.” I walked into the co

The ability to teach something she’s never done herself because she understands it. She’s not just a survivor. She’s a strategist. Beatrice is like a puzzle I can’t finish. Every time I think I’ve figured her out, another piece doesn’t fit. She’s not what I expected. Not what any report said she’d be. She’s soft-spoken, but sharp. Protective, but calculated. A liar, but not careless. Even her daughter defends her with a kind of conviction you can’t fake. Bailey’d sat beside me earlier today, legs swinging off the edge of the bench, eyes far too serious for her age.

Coatés asked, squinting to look at Xavier through his spectacles. “Bravery,” Xavier replied confidently. Xavier had never met Ferran but there were a few obvious things he could make out from Mr. Coatés description of his personality. He was a hard man just like Mr. Coatés, an Alpha that rarely forgave, a good leader and definitely a rewarder of bravery and brave people. It was a long shot but it was worth it because Mr. Coatés believed him immediately. “True,” Mr. Coatés laughed. “Ferran loves brave people. I’ve heard that a lot. So I see you’re brave.”

Mischief danced within them, and the smirk on his lips sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through me, hinting that he remembers exactly who I am. "Take your eyes off this one, Ace. She's trouble," the police captain warned, but I found myself unable to tear my gaze from the cold-blooded killer beside him. There was something magnetic about him, his tough guy persona radiating an allure that reminded me of the very type my boss warned her daughter to avoid. As he casually ran his hand over his short black hair, I couldn't deny that he was the epitome of eye candy, yet beneath that charm lay a cold heart and an even darker reputation. To make matters worse, the camaraderie between him and the cap

He says with his cute smile. This is when I remember why I cannot get him out of my mind. Beckett is the sweetest guy I know, but it is not just that. He is honest what you see is what you get. He is genuinely kind and sweet. Like sickeningly sweet. He reminds me so much of Tia. Yet he does not have that innocence and naivety she does. “Don’t ever change…” I say softly before looking into his eyes. He smiles. “I don’t plan on changing who I am…” He speaks.

“Miss Stanley, you’re too quiet. Dare I ask what vengeful thoughts are swimming in your head?” He watched her lips closely since he couldn’t see her eyes. Not even a semblance of a smile touched her mouth. “Vengeful? Tell me, Captain, why would I think such a thing about the man who holds me prisoner?” He chuckled. “You’re most humorous, but after a few minutes in my charming presence, I promise you will change your mind about my character. I’m certainly not the rat you think I am, nor will I ever become one. Especially to a lovely woman such as yourself.”

Mave scoffs, “A very bleak light, what can we do in five hours that we couldn’t have done before? That guy is something else.” I rub my face, now is not the time to let his pessimism get to me, think like a captain, and get results like one. “He is normal, we just haven’t faced a criminal like him, one that always tells the truth, avoids answering a question if he doesn’t want to answer honestly, he is a mastermind at that, and nothing like we have ever faced.” Looking up at the holding, inside he pokes a finger into his ear, cleans it dramatically and faces me, holding up the finger.

His gaze remained fixed on me, a mixture of confusion and something else I couldn't quite place flickering in his steel grey eyes. "Chloe, I don't know why he wants you here, but the commissioner is very happy with the arrest and I need you to only ask these written questions to him. Don't go off script. This is a direct order. We need to finish this before his lawyer arrives," My captain barked, his tone harsh and commanding. I nodded obediently, my mind still reeling from the intensity of Carter's stare. I longed for a captain like Captain Holt, someone who exuded calm authority rather than the abrasive demeanor of my superior.

He's supposed to be humble, caring, straight forward and funny. Barry is matured, selfless, simple, loving, crazy..he's..I don't know..just..so perfect!

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Sheriff Bastillo is a piece of shit. I cannot stress that enough. If dirt could crawl into a uniform and pretend to be a man, it would be him. I leaned back in the creaking chair, arms folded, my face set in stone as he rattled on about how this town was going to shit—and how, apparently, it was all my fault. Typical. He leaned forward, fingers steepled, eyes narrow and gleaming with fake authority. “You people don’t understand how things work. You’re all just looking for a reason to stir up trouble.”