Captain Beatty Character Traits Novels & Stories

Not just hers, but her wolf Beatrix’s as well. 'I’m okay, I promise,' I say reassuringly. 'You’re not okay, and it’s silly to even bother lying,' remarks Beatrix with disapproval. Jennifer and Beatrix are like summer and winter. Jennifer is sweet, gentle, and timid, whereas Beatrix is blunt, stern, and confident. They balance each other out and I think Beatrix’s personality is what gives Jennifer the resilience she has. 'Bee, go easy on him,' says Matthan cautiously.

Bea replied with more bitterness than she'd intended. Marcus set down his book—a tactical analysis of leadership styles in high-stress environments—and gave his daughter his full attention. At forty-eight, he was still an imposing figure, but his Beta nature had allowed him to develop the kind of emotional intelligence that complemented Patricia's more direct command style. "Is that what you think this is about? Your mother questioning your toughness?" "Isn't it? I showed compassion to some teenage cadets, and suddenly I need special education to learn how to be a proper Alpha." Bea's voice was sharp with defensive anger. "Pretty clear message about what kind of leadership qualities our fami

Ara watched as he turned and left. A minute later, Santiago came in. "Let's go," he said. Santiago was a reserved man. More reserved than his boss. He had everything that Killian lacked; patience, compassion, and sincerity. Perhaps, that's why they made such a great team. Santiago was kinder than Killian but that didn't mean he was a saint. Cross him and see his beast side lacerating you in pieces. The only difference was that Killian had let his beast loose and he unleashed it only when needed.

'' The captain who was in his late forties smirked at Sara who was looking him right in the eyes, something about this girl triggered the beast inside of him like no other woman, the corner of his eyes twitched and his heart jumped with a limitless excitement at the thought of taming the wild girl who was radiating with true confidence and resistance, not a fake one like some tend to show. But everyone had their limits, and he wanted to push her beyond hers to see if she keeps her attitude or not, with an evil smile, he silently signed to the two soldiers who brought her in and they were quick to grab her, their rough fingers tightening on her delicate arms, nevertheless, her eyes didn’t wav

They weren't blue - not like Octavia's. That shy innocence was lacking in her face - unlike Octavia. Her eyes weren't nervous and always trying to stare at the floor - unlike Octavia.. And that was when it occurred to him for the first time - he liked everything about Octavia. Her blue eyes, her shyness, her innocence and ignorance. For a Master like him, he's always thought someone like Becca was what he needed - a lady he'd be extremely hot and crazy and capable of doing wired things with him in public. He always thought he needed someone with a burning character to be with him.

"Ms. Alyssa, I just wanted to do something for you for the last time. I just wanted to vent your grievances … I didn't know it would cause you so much trouble. I'm really sorry." "You don't know Sophia and Betty enough, but I do. Betty may not have Sophia's intelligence, but she inherited Sophia's ruthlessness perfectly. "Her impulsive actions make her even more ruthless than Sophia. Sophia still considers consequences, but relying on being Javier's daughter and having the Beckett Group backing her, Betty acts without regard for consequences." "My sister was cautious and had me lurking near your hospital." The man sitting in the passenger seat took off his black mask, revealing a face that w

it's not something one would see everyday, obviously all his men are really scared of him, their throats seems to bob up and down on sight of him. Each and every soul in this building fear him like he's their god or something. Well Yes, he did all this but still his assaults... "I wasn't raised to be good or nice, I was raised to be cruel, tough, cold-hearted...you name it" he stated. Evil...diabolical, womanizing, short tempered, brutal, mean and devuod of any emotions....I so wanted to name them out loud to him. "Without being this way, I would barely survive a week as a Capo, I might even be overthrowned raggaza..."he started then he turned to me,

On the contrary, the forty-year-old CEO is serious, closed off, predictable and methodical. Have I mentioned that I hate him? I don't think I have yet, have I? “Miss Santoro?” he calls out in an impatient voice, running his large hand through his full, dark beard. I won't go into how such a beautiful physical feature is being wasted on a person as lacking in charisma as he is, but here's my take on the matter. It's a lot of waste! “Yes, sir,” I reply succinctly, albeit belatedly, not wanting to have to explain that I have a date right now.

“Did he hurt you? Did that fucker lay a hand on you, Becky?” “Barry,” she said softly, her eyes pleading with him. He took a few breaths to calm down, he wasn’t angry at her and he was not one to lose his shit like this. Barry had made a name for himself for his Iceman impersonation. Many a time he’d heard his competitors bitch about how cold and calculating he was and what a son of a bitch he must be to be able to do what he did without ever showing an ounce of remorse or emotion. But that legendary control seemed to have fled him in the face of Becky being anywhere near the prick that had stolen his life.

Though he found it surprising that she would act this way when she was so angry at him. He finished reading the transfer papers. It seems that this man was a problem maker. He was arrogant and liked to slack off thinking that his father would take care of things just the way he always had behind the scenes with his money and rank. Not this time. That kind of behavior gets people killed. Normally, the captain himself would step into the ring to knock down his attitude a notch or two, but he thought of a better plan. Victor and, "Emmett? Is it?" he nodded, were still exchanging fierce looks.