Captain Beatty Physical Description Novels & Stories

He scanned the room suspiciously, looking for any signs of trouble. He had a stern, chiseled face with a prominent jawline. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, almost black, and they scanned the room with a cautious, vigilant look. He had a buzz cut and his skin was tanned, as if he spent most of his time outdoors. He wore a navy blue uniform with a badge on the front pocket that read "Alpha's Guard." His posture was upright and alert, and his broad shoulders filled out his uniform. He was a formidable presence, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him.

Definitely over my dead body! I went to the basement and saw him tied up with his legs facing the ceiling. “Tie him down to a chair” I ordered one of guys. Anyone could see how swollen his body was from the beating he got even though I still don’t understand how he missed the bullet. Fortunate for him, his face still remained untouched. He was a very attractive man. Hazel brown eyes, light skin, and an ideal physique frame of muscles. Any woman can fall for his type right away.

They all have uncommon hair colors; they look like they have the blood of beauty gods in their veins. Even the captain is a delicatelypink-lippedd, handsome-faced, tall, and well-built hunk of male flesh. He's green-eyed and blue-haired with the palest skin I've been chanced to see. He might not be as pale as Cain, but he still stands out. I would have liked him. I would have tried to stroke his ego even. But I doubt this man has an ego. He's as cold as the ducking sea we're going through and he seems to take great pleasure in making me feel like piss.

They had panic written all over them and looked like they intended to bolt at any sign of trouble. And it was just as well, because Noble sure as hell wanted to give them trouble. I studied the captain as he arrived before me, looking alarmed. He was an older shifter of medium height and stocky build, though not middle-aged. His facial features were quite average, with the most distinct features being his brown eyes and curly brown hair. He struck me as a very grounded and stable shifter who’d have no problem following commands. “What is your name?” I questioned, watching him.

There wasn’t even really room to walk without stepping on stuff. Mr. Lawrence was sitting at the desk, leaned back as the chair groaned under his weight. He was a tall and muscular beast of a man, standing no less than six foot eight inches if he was an inch with big, broad shoulders. He had black hair cut short on top and faded at the sides. He had an impressive full beard and mustache that was so immaculately trimmed that it almost looked fake. He arched a brow and gave me a big smile. He was wearing a pale yellow short sleeve polo and navy blue cotton waist tie gym shorts complete with one of those big waterproof sports watches. “What can I do for you, sweetie?”

"I don't have time for this today Blitz, take the report and go report with the rest of the squad I have more pressing things to attend to. The captain said as he got up from his chair. He was a commanding figure in his mid-fifties and exuded an air of authority and experience that came from years of dedicated service. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with a sense of purpose. His salt-and-pepper hair, neatly trimmed and receding slightly at the temples, added to the distinguished air he possessed. The captain's face bore the marks of years spent in the field, weathered by the pressures and challenges of law enforcement. Faint lines creased his forehead. Dressed in a crisp, tailo

This one she didn’t like only because it made his eyes black, instead of the gray color she knew them to be. The captain stood tall as he watched his men. He was the most impressive man she’d been privileged to meet. His shoulders filled the white billowy shirt, just as his black breeches and knee boots fit his muscular thighs so well. A leather strap secured the bulk of hair pulled away from his face, and her fingers still experienced the silkiness of his strands when she had stroked his hair before.

"Describe him again. Every detail. Every scar." ​The captain swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "He was massive, Mr. Blackwood. Built like a mountain, but moved like a shadow. Scars across his knuckles, a jagged one near his temple. And his eyes... they were cold. Not like a thief's. Like a man who had already decided we were dead."

Brad POV Splash! Water cascaded down Jason’s head and soaked his entire upper body. For a second I just stared. That was Shirley. The Shirley Patterson I grew up with. Damn… she had changed. The last clear memory I had of her was that awkward girl with the geeky smile that used to send an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. Now she looked like a complete hot baddie. The way that bikini and the thin cloth around her waist hugged her body was almost unfair. Just looking at her was enough to get me hard. And watching her strut away after putting Jason in his place? Damn. It had been a while since I’d seen a girl with that kind of confident, bad-ass energy.

But I realized that I could not ask him anything further. As he stood up from the chair. Gradually, his features shrouded by the darkness became to formalize and visualize under the glow of the light burning at his head. A tall man with broad shoulders and a strong demeanor shadowed my figure under his. My eyes traced down to the length of his gigantic biceps and his probed-out chest donned in a nicely fitted shirt as if he was wearing a size shorter than his actual one. The spike bolted up of his freshly chopped hair and seemed like glaciers of ice whose sole vision made me experience sparks of shivers down my legs.