Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

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!

“Last night just felt different. He stepped up right in front of Carter on her front lawn.” Allie let out a breath. “Clara, Justin is the team captain. Coach Miller called all the players into the locker room on Monday and swore he would bench anyone involved in any public drama this season.” I blinked, my hands stopping in my lap. “What?” “Justin saw Carter making a huge, loud scene with Britney at her house,” Allie said, tapping her cup with her nail. “He stopped it before someone recorded a video and put it online. Britney's house was full of students—Justin moved Carter out of there to save the team from trouble, not to save you.”

He turned to face the elderly woman after a sigh and bowed his head once more. “ Forgive me for the late introduction. My name is Stefan Miller, current head captain of Seattle’s police department.” Eleanor barely stopped the gasp that came up her throat. Stefan Miller? The same Stefan Miller who once used to be James toy boy when he had still been in the ranks of captain? She thought and took a step back. Impossible! No one could so quickly rise the ranks that way.

The ladies clapped their hands at the news and showered him with congratulations. "Thank you president. Thanks you. And thank you too ladies for watching such an achievement in my life." He bowed to everyone in the room. His head was bowed when he flashed a mischievous smile. Little did he know, it didn't escaped from the eyes of the very observant Excami, the very serious Damian and the secret spy, Hestia. All they need was a confirmation and now they have it. Arthur Camelton Beckett is a bad guy.

"I know what's at stake." "Then stay away from me when the building is empty," she said, her voice growing firm again as she pulled herself together. She reached out and took one of the coffee cups from my hand, her cool fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. "See you at the morning meeting, Captain." She turned around and walked down the hall toward her office without looking back once.

"You've been wanting to taste your captain all season. I've seen the way you look at me in the showers, Miller. You're a filthy little deviant." He pulled out suddenly, the air rushing back into my lungs. He didn't give me a second to recover. He flipped me around, shoving me face-first against the row of metal lockers. The cold steel bit into my cheek. He hiked my hips up, his hands roaming over my ass, pinching and squeezing the muscles until I saw stars. "You're so tight, Miller," Beckett whispered into my ear, his breath hot and smelling of Gatorade and hunger. "I wonder if you're as wet back here as you were in that video."

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."

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.

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."