Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

The man looked older than the guards at the door and the numbers of stars on his uniform was a clear indication that he was a very high ranked soldier. As they got closer and Bee turned on the main light, the officer's features became clear and I recognized him as the captain— captain Albert. He was one of Asher's close soldiers. He never went anywhere without him. What was he doing here? "Bee, is— is everything alright?" I stuttered as I held the bars of my cell. "My queen, this is the captain. He has accepted to help us," Bee announced and my eyes moved to the man, unsure of what to make of this.

she asked which makes me wave my hand and shake my head. Zero arched his brow. “I’ll be back. Behave, Becca. And don’t get caught.” Becca formed a wide smile. “Aye, aye, captain,” she replied and gestured a hand salute. “Insane,” Zero whispered before turning his back away from Becca’s table. I looked at Becca, trying to observe her scheme. Why does she need to stay if we can have the ride together? She winked at me. “Enjoy,” she mouthed.

*Bang* The soldier closed his eyes, expecting to die, yet the pain he awaited never came. All he saw was a wall of earth shielding him. It wasn’t just him. His comrade who was about to be clobbered by an earth hammer was also by his side. He looked to the one who saved his life. “Captain” he exclaimed! Captain Zakai smiled and said, “I couldn’t save the others. But I wouldn’t let another person die before my eyes.”

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

Instinctively, I surged forward to block her arm, ready to throw my weight into her and end this once and for all. “That is enough! Both of you!” A booming command echoed across the courtyard, shattering the confrontation instantly. Before either of us could react, a tall, authoritative figure stepped directly between us, using a firm arm to push Mirabelle back while putting a hand out to stop my advance. It was one of the senior panelists on the board. His face was stern, his eyes flashing with deep disappointment as he looked back and forth between the two of us. “Have you both completely lost your minds?” He demanded, his strict voice cutting cleanly through the morning quiet. “You are on

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

And when they did, the room they were in was clearly bare, dusty like it was never used. A young man, visibly no older than twenty-three, answered the call. "Identify yourself." His eyes were black, blonde hair. There was a feral gleam in the man's eyes, like a hunger no one was able to sate. He had a strong bone structure. Muscular despite the dip that hollowed out under his cheekbones. "My name is Captain Daxton Walker, requesting landing for our Elysium-6 vessel, Peacemaker," Dax answered, coming to my side, in the visual of the man.

At the same time, the cold in his body eased a bit. "Kid, this is 96-degree Water of Life. Aren't you afraid of burning your esophagus?" The middle-aged man with the beard sat down beside Austin and smiled slightly. "Since you and I seem to be of the same race, let's get acquainted. I'm Brian, the captain of this patrol team. They are all the members who ride with me on the ice plains." "I'm Austin Campbell." Austin placed the cup down and shook Brian's hand weakly. "Why do you call me strange?"

They all stood frozen, looking at their captain, waiting for orders that didn't come. "I thought you were a super cop," Don Emilio said, his voice dripping with mockery. He stopped just a few feet from Miller, close enough that Miller could smell his expensive cologne. "Some kind of hero who came to save the day. That's what you thought too, didn't you? That you'd burst in here, arrest me, and ride off into the sunset while everyone cheered for the brave Captain Miller." Miller couldn't speak. Couldn't move. All he could see was Rebecca's terrified face on that screen. All he could hear was her voice begging him to save her.