Captain Beatty Physical Description Novels & Stories

Even after just a week she'd bonded with her team and they reciprocated. Ben caught a slight stiffening in her posture and turned to see a man approaching. He was tall. Perhaps an inch taller than Ben's 6' 3". He had a swimmer's body; strong, lean muscles, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He was wearing grey slacks and a light grey sports jacket over a crisp white dress shirt which was open at the collar as Ben's was. He had Hollywood leading man looks, pale blue eyes under fair brows, a roman nose, and a strong jaw with a dimple on his chin. His wavy blond hair was conservatively cut but perfectly styled, not a hair out of place. He smiled with perfect white teeth but Ben was reminded of

I was annoyed that Watson didn’t even give me the full five-minute break when he stepped into my office. Watson was the average height, in his early fifties, with black-grey hair and soft auburn eyes that contrasted his personality. He was in a suit, as expected, and I don’t think I have even seen him out of one. He had a grey circle beard and a pencil-thin mustache. His devil-may-care outlook was obvious from his thin black hair and tight shaved eyebrows. He had a concrete jaw and uplifted eyes that made him appear like a vicious cat.

He smiled as he watched me eye the jar of candy. There was just something about his demeanor that made him look carefree and dangerous at the same time. A light pink scar, ran all the way from his right cheekbone to his lips. His beards were properly shaved, only leaving a mustache. Don't get me started on his stature; dude's built like a freaking mountain. Even much bigger than the Alpha supreme himself...um.. Benson? Don't get me wrong, Benson is actually really hot. The blond hair, blue eyes, abs and all the cliche shit like that. He's really tall too, makes him stand out like an Alpha...I guess.

I've heard about them of their bravery and handsomeness. Alpha Rollins was a tall, imposing man, his presence commanding the space as soon as he entered. His dark hair was cut short, accentuating the sharp lines of his face. His eyes, a piercing shade of icy blue, seemed to hold an intensity that could freeze you in place with just one look. He was dressed in a dark, tailored shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders, and a pair of black pants that emphasized his powerful frame. Every movement he made was deliberate, exuding a quiet, deadly confidence that spoke of both strength and control.

It made her think if this man was the kind that was usually mentioned in those books that she had read before. Having those dark eyes, a very strong jawline, and that dark and lustrous hair that was neatly cut to the side, yet it was now showing growth revealing a trail that traveled down to his chin. “All right,” was all she could say still a bit dazed from looking at him. Hearing that the captain’s smile grew even wider. “Just make sure to call out to me if anything happens,” he says.

He’s gorgeous. He’s six feet of wavy chestnut hair, chiseled good looks with a jawline and chin that would make Henry Cavill jealous, those dark eyes with their ever-present glint of mischief, and the body of an Olympic swimmer with his broad shoulders toned lean physique with defined muscles. And then there’s that scar on his chest that adds a dangerous edge to his torso. ‘Our mate is yummy. And you’ve not even gotten to his best feature.’ Bastet licked her lips. ‘His best feature? I thought that was his eyes. I love his eyes.’ I sighed.

I immediately respond to him. I can see the disappointment in his eyes after saying it. I immediately sit on the chair in front of his table. He stands up so I can clearly see him from where I am right now. His look is intimidating by the way. His face is dark and serious but one thing is for sure. This Mr. Becket in front of me is one of the Greek Gods! With his thick brows, brown eyes with long and curly eyelashes, pointed nose, more defined jaw, and his thin kissable lips that are always in a grim line.

Albert When I opened the door, I didn’t expect to be met by a towering figure whose presence filled the entire frame. He was huge, dark-skinned with broad shoulders that strained against his tight, sleeveless shirt. His chest was barrel-like, arms thick with coiled muscle and crisscrossed with faded scars. His face looked like it had been carved from granite: sharp jawline, flattened nose, and deep-set eyes that scanned me like a threat before he tried, and failed, to soften them with a smile. Even that smile looked like it had to fight its way through a decade of street fights and hard years. His hair was cropped low, his beard was rough and patchy, and tattoos snaked up the side of his nec

I parted my lips with late realization then left it for another one beside it. I did not want to sit beside my father who did not even like my breathing, the same mutual feeling because neither of us could tolerate the other. After a few moments a masculine scent slipped into my nose mixed with the sound of footsteps against the shiny floor, I turned unwillingly and found the captain on his way toward us. A white formal shirt folded near his elbows gave him an obscene appearance revolving around sin at any cost. His black belt wrapped around his narrow waist so it would draw others’ attention toward the width and size of his shoulders.

The captain shouted, and for the first time, I got a proper look at him. He looked to be in his late thirties, he was large, muscular with tan weathered skin. Scars littered his face, but the most prominent was the long thick, puffy scar along his neck. He smirked, flashing his gold tooth at me, his piercing green eyes bore into me. "That’s a story for another night lass. Now tell me, what is your pretty name?" His voice was deep, guttural, and he had a rough accent.