Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

"You and Bianca. You gave the order. You pulled the trigger." The Captain's smile was thin. "I did what needed to be done. The same way you did when you killed that federal agent. The same way you've been doing since you threw away your badge and started playing house with a criminal." He stepped closer, close enough to touch. "You're not better than me, Marchetti. You're just luckier." Alex held his ground. His voice was low. "You're right. I'm not better than you. I'm not worse. I'm just a man who's tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of watching people die because men like you think the rules don't apply."

on board and the ship safely. The captain considers Annika brilliant, bright, and always pleasant; he was captivated by the way she grasped things about safety on board. He doesn't know what Annika's smiles are hiding. He notices a stunning woman who is vibrant, bubbly, and radiantly charming, with an Oriental beauty. She informed him, "I don't have coffee to give you here, captain. Would you want a drink of beer?" He answers her directly, "I don't drink and drive." They both chuckle as well. Annika thinks his sense of humor to be really amusing; she didn't realize a captain like him could be humorous. The chief engineer then arrived and joined him. The captain suddenly became a robust man

Hannah and the representatives of various entities stared at Gunter in shock. He was dead. Gunter slapped the life out of Christian in front of them. Withdrawing his arm, Gunter said callously, “He’s the captain. Why should he live when all his men are dead? He’s an embarrassment to Zion Mercenaries. “I’m just housecleaning, Chief Delmore. Is there a problem?”

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

I had been the one who told him who had shot her because he forced me to look into it but I wasn’t sure if it was Beck the one thing that I was certain I had seen was the hoodie, the back was inscribed Captain and it was the wrestling logo, there was only one captain of the wrestling team and that was Beck. ‘Why?’ ‘HE didn’t say but he warned that I shouldn’t be late at all’, I added. ‘Do you want me to come with you?’, TB asked. ‘I would love that but he said we should speak privately and that must be gangster code for all alone’, I said ‘so that would be a bad idea’. ‘Tell Ma that I loved her, please take care of Rivers for me and oh when you get to heaven tell me how 13 reasons why end’,

“Don’t worry, Master. We’ll wait for you out here,” Beanie and Thor said at the same time. At the same time, they were breathless with anxiety. They thought, ‘My darling Master David, please stop antagonizing Captain Longer. You might not be scared, but we are!’ Ordinary people could not endure the might of Captain Longer, the captain of the Amber City law enforcement team. If David was not here to support them, a look from Arian would have scared Beanie and the team to the ground.

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

"We were in her dorm room until past midnight." "I know," I said softly, reaching out to lay my hand over his forearm. "I remember every second of that night. You were with me." For the first time since I’d met the untouchable captain of the Westbridge hockey team, Damon Hayes looked genuinely terrified. Not angry, not arrogant, not in control. The terrifying unknown was unraveling everything he knew about his own life. "Maybe... maybe it's just someone who looks like me," Damon muttered, though the conviction had completely bled out of his voice. "A cousin? A relative?"

"I want you to sit this one out." "W-what?" My mouth dropped open as I struggled and failed to find the right words to say other than a gasp. I glanced at Kyle and noticed the way the corners of his eyes fluttered slightly, avoiding eye contact with mine. "You heard me Officer Laurent," The captain said, both hands behind his back and intertwining his fingers in a lock. "You're not part of the backup team."