Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

“Hello, Nathan. Nice to hear your voice too.” “I wish I could say the same, but that’s never going to happen because the next time we ever interact will be when you and your troop are behind bars.” “That is where you are mistaken because the only thing that will happen is that you will assist your companion and use that degree of yours for a good cause.” The Captain snarled. “What exactly do you mean?” Nathan inquired while Jim listened intently to their discussion. “Open the link of the image that we have sent you.” Jim followed the Captain’s instructions.

The black color, partnered with shiny gold glitters, complemented Beckett's sardonic attitude. Beckett wore the face mask, making him look like a killer—which he is. But he was more brutal than anyone else. Unfortunately for them, he needed to unleash his anger. "That one, Boss. The boy at the end," Nathan said, pointing to the guy who was also blindfolded. Beckett furrowed his brow as he approached the man because his face seemed familiar. "Remove his blindfold and bring him to me," Beckett ordered, and Nathan immediately followed his command.

"That's only because everyone worried you would be in danger being out on the front lines every day. They all dote on you, after all. But they still couldn't stop you in the end, no? You ended up … " Alyssa suddenly shot Cyrus a look, which made him stop talking. Her secret had nearly been revealed. … Cyrus then led Jasper and Alyssa to see the station's captain. The captain, Orion Holt, naturally remembered who Alyssa was. He still recalled how her keen attention to detail helped them solve a previous case. What was more surprising was that Jasper was here. Jasper Beckett's name alone was enough to instill a sense of magnitude in Orion. Orion knew just how powerful Jasper was without needin

"Just heading for a vacation. Been a rough week." The officer scanned it, and then lifted his eyes. “Name’s Carlton Hayes Laurent, huh?” Carlton froze. “Yes.” “You're not on any watchlist, but… we’ve been waiting for you.” That’s when Carlton’s gaze moved past the uniform. And landed on the man beside him. The so-called officer was younger, but he carried himself like death. His hair was slicked back, his jaw lined with a single scar running from the cheek to the chin. A mark.

For wanting to lean in instead of shove him away. And then that annoying prickle. That someone’s watching me itch across my skin. I turned. Bryan Maddox. Captain. Golden boy. Professional mood-killer. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, expression carved from stone. Watching. My pulse tripped all over itself. “Captain,” I said, too brightly. “Something you need?” His eyes flicked to Caleb’s wrist. To my hand on it. Then back to me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he was counting every second of contact, filing it away as evidence.

Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His teammates called him Barney, though never to his face unless they were on good terms. His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife.

"That’s not the point. You’re in charge. You’re a soldier, Knox, think." He leaned in closer. He always had to get right up in their faces when he said the important shit. Needed to see their pupils dilate, needed to hear the breath stutter. Knox’s eyes flicked across his face like loose change shaken in a tin can. "You should be untouchable. You should at least be able to save yourself." "I'm not as shit as you make me out to be, Walla—Captain," Knox bit, lifting his head an inch off the floor.

(Captain Linda) “This guy is on another level of douche bag…The President has put mark on him…as well as everyone on this list….I also got a new order from the President to you Captain…he want every single person on this list stay on this city..until the very end….”.(First Lieutenant Gremog)

It makes me want to puke in their faces because they squandered their degrees and diplomas, only to turn out to be vile murderers. A pale lady on the front porch smiled at me. She extended a mug toward me, as if inviting me to join her for a drink. But a tear slid down my cheek upon seeing her in her state. What did Santi do to Julius' mother to drive her insane? "Is this enough?" When I heard the tall cop speak, panting and sweating as he leaned the shovel under his chin, I blinked several times. Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt.

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”