Captain Beatty Character Traits Novels & Stories

And the officer was always aware of the tramp of the company behind, the march of his orderly among the men. The Captain was a tall man of about forty, grey at the temples. He had a handsome, finely knit figure, and was one of the best horsemen in the West. His orderly, having to rub him down, admired the amazing riding-muscles of his loins. For the rest, the orderly scarcely noticed the officer any more than he noticed himself. It was rarely he saw his master’s face: he did not look at it. The Captain had reddish-brown, stilt hair, that he wore short upon his skull. His moustache was also cut short and bristly over a full, brutal mouth. His face was rather rugged, the cheeks thin. Perhaps t

“If I remember correctly, you’re currently dating Stacey Carter, the queen bee of Hawthorne. Are you trying to make an enemy out of me on day one? Or turn me into your side piece?” Brad frowned. “Who told you that? Anyway, I might be dating Stacey, but I’m planning to end things with her.” “Oh, that’s why you were making out with her friend in the girls’ bathroom this morning?” I snapped. “What a scumbag. I knew you were an asshole, Brad, but I didn’t think you were this much of an asshole.” I expected anger. Instead, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. The same cocky smirk from the team banner..“You already know a lot for your first day back, Patterson.” He moved closer again. “

"You and Bianca. You gave the order. You pulled the trigger." The Captain's smile was thin. "I did what needed to be done. The same way you did when you killed that federal agent. The same way you've been doing since you threw away your badge and started playing house with a criminal." He stepped closer, close enough to touch. "You're not better than me, Marchetti. You're just luckier." Alex held his ground. His voice was low. "You're right. I'm not better than you. I'm not worse. I'm just a man who's tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of watching people die because men like you think the rules don't apply."

he said grinning thereafter. Viceroy Jaq and Beta Manro have different personalities. The former is in his early forties, a calm man, of great wisdom, with fatherly affection but stern if he needs to, while the latter is almost of my age, robust, aggressive, sometimes playful and corny but ready to die to win a battle and to defend the Kingdom.

“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

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)

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.