Captain Beatty Physical Description Novels & Stories

Probably embedded in the very foundations of the rock. Just as he’s nearly done unzipping his fly, an enraged voice calls out from behind him. “Mateo!” Booms the voice, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The livid voice asks in disgust. I glance towards the open cell door to see one of my other captors. An older version of the dickhead who has my hair in a vice. He’s standing at 5’10 in a very expensive all-black suit, with no tie and an open shirt. He has salt and pepper hair, salt and pepper goatee and dark brown eyes. His undoubtedly once olive skin is now more beige in tone, except for the hint of liver spots near his eyes. He looks to be in his fifties, but even with the signs o

My apology drooped, almost a slur, and I scrambled off his back, wincing as I crouched down beside him. A deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he rolled over on his side, barely fazed by me. "It's alright boss lady. I thought maybe a pillow rolled off the bed or something.'" His voice was deep and husky. He had Peru brown skin, bleached-out high-top freeform dreadlocks, and prehnite green eyes. “I’m Beauchamp, by the way.” "Did I hurt you?" I asked, in a worried voice, placing a hand on his broad, muscular back.

Hypocritical little prick. My jaw clenched, dragging my mind back to when I’d first seen him in the locker room and he introduced himself as captain. Blonde hair, light blue eyes, and his body all defined lines and sculpted muscles. All-American-Pretty boy. He probably had fucking skincare products to keep his skin that dewy…and his lips as red as they looked.

Then they looked in my direction together. The man came up to me through the fighting crowd, and I saw his face more and more clearly. The captain of the patrol was a tall young man who looked very strong. He had a mop of curly brown hair that gave him a large head, but his shoulders were narrow and he walked with a slightly arched back. The closer he got, the more his back arched. As he approached me, he lifted his arms and trotted up to me, bowing deeply. "Alpha, what can I do for you?"

Standing near the cockpit entrance, adjusting the cuffs of his pristine white uniform, was Captain Damien Russo, the man who had every passenger on this flight murmuring. He was massive. At nearly seven feet tall, his towering frame exuded dominance, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his crisp uniform, the golden captain’s stripes on his sleeves only adding to his commanding presence. His muscular build was evident even beneath the tailored fit of his attire, his arms thick, his chest solid, and his posture effortless yet intimidating, as if he owned the very air they were about to soar through. His face was nothing short of sculpted perfection, strong, chiseled jawline, high chee

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

But now, he looks like a powerful alpha capo! He lost a huge amount of weight, and his body looks like he trains with the heavy weights every single day. His gray and black hair is cut very short, and his sharp jaw has a very neat, stylish beard. His shoulders are huge and broad, his waist is small, and his big belly is totally gone. He wears a tight black shirt and dark tactical pants, and Goldie can see the hard stomach muscles moving underneath the clothes. Goldie Lockhart never thought he would think this about an older man, but Jack Horner looks like a strong, dangerous, and very handsome leader. The mafia life changes must be very good for him.

I sighed and reached for a box of cereal—fucking Lucky Charms, of all things—when I heard someone say my name. “Captain?” Someone called. I froze for half a second, blinking like the shelves had just grown eyes and started talking. Then I turned. Ms. Beckett. Her cart was stacked with fruits, frozen meals, and wine. She wore yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt that said “If you can read this, bring coffee.” Her hair was pulled back into a bun, a few strands escaping like they always did. And, of course, she looked stunning in that effortlessly intimidating way she always managed.

"Hmm.. Anyway, the captain needs your attention in his office" "oh okay, thank you" She went straight to the captain's office. She knocked to know if she could come in. "Come in," the captain's voice boomed through the door. As Sophia entered the captain's office, she saw him sitting behind his large oak desk. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her soul. He wore a neatly pressed navy blue suit that accentuated his muscular build and commanded attention.

One white skinny man stood at the front of the boat, throwing the anchor down to the black water, and another white medium-built man, bending beside the captain, was drawing the gangplank down towards the concrete land. The captain wore a devilish smile as he walked through it in a manner like he was a pirate captain - self-confident, egoistic and boorish - even though he wasn’t even in fact a pirate. He was tall, medium built and muscled for a man his age. He had a short jet black hair, a short gray beard, and a unibrow that highlighted a pair of sky-blue eyes. His nose was a bit crooked, with a stud earring pierced at the left nostril. He wore a black long leather coat going down to his an