Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

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.

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times. “Come in,” a familiar voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. Sitting across from Principal Hargrove was a ridiculously hot guy with dark, slightly tousled hair and striking dark green eyes. I recognized him instantly. Sebastian Hale. Westfield’s captain. The one who had dismantled Hawthorne’s offense on Friday night and smiled at me afterward like he actually saw me.

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.”

I wanted to make a salute, but apparently, the chair didn't allow me to. "This is detention, Meow," said the captain. "And that chair there is your throne." "You're not going to drill my brains out, are you?" I asked and realized I had forgotten to address him. "Sir." "Just a little something to make you behave," the captain said and nodded at the guy beside me. I watched him grab a remote and press buttons. Then, I heard myself scream. --- Shut your mouth, dumbass! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

: Taj. "Let's Be Something," Camp Boss gets involved. "I don't want dinner today," the Captain told the camp boss while signing the new commissary request. "Look at her! If my wife agrees, I will take her to Russia," said the Captain. "Isn't this a movie actress" Taj "Yes, she likes me very much," Captain. "Will be dollars," thought Taj. "Dock clearance received ." The second mate informed the Captain. "We cast off on the seventh day, right?"

I took that as a good sign but I kept my face a placid mask so she wouldn't see my gratification. "My name is Sydney Holt. I'm the Alpha of Alphas. It's nice to meet you, Alpha Victor," a meek smile crawled onto her mouth, "if I remember correctly, and there's a chance that I don't," a frown stole that smile as she glared at our joined hands, "you hated being called Alpha." I dropped her hand. "He still hates it," Saint piped in with an elated wave and an almost child-like grin showing off both rows of her teeth, "hi, I'm Saint, the Big Man's Beta. Really is an honor to meet you."

"Of course not, Capo. I would never think of going against you. Only a foul would dare to go to war with the Godfather, and I am no fool, make no mistake about that. Austin Foster is a very tricky man. He outsmarts me every time I try to stop him. He was one of us, and he attained the position of Captain while he was here. He trained his soldiers to be strong, and he has the best of our men, I mean, my men.

The Colonel requested, plastering on a mask of indifference. “So we are retrieving a vial?” Cartwright asked. He was Johnson’s second in command, a shorter guy compared to Johnson, and the newest member of the team. He was clearly still learning when to ask questions, prompting Johnson to ball up a piece of paper and chuck it at his face.“Hey!” Cartwright shouted, jumping at the impact. “You ask too many questions! We want to get out of this room!” Johnson quipped. The room erupted into laughter along with the boss.