Captain Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

he firmly states, not flinching nor giving any hint of uncertainty. “How come?” she quickly says back not believing such a thing was possible. The captain finally looks at her with a very naughty smile. “Because they like men,” he whispers to her. “Oh,” was all Karilaya could say. Her grin quickly faded as she felt her cheeks heat up from the man’s closeness at that moment, not to mention her humiliation from not believing the man. The captain was unable to hold his chuckle, giving them some time of silence. The man cleared out his throat after a few moments of holding his laughter. “Which returns us to our current problem,” he finally says after finding his voice once more.

He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls. Untouchable. My eyes slowly moved from Zale’s face, meeting Knox’s intense gaze. No one tells you what it is like to have his attention on you. No one says how hard it is to exist under those black eyes that felt like they were drowning you in. There wasn’t anger in his eyes, maybe that would have been easier to decipher. He was cold, yet a chilling amusement swirled in those orbs that lacked depth. I straightened my spine, “If you don’t, I will have the school authority informed,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t give away my fear.

"It's over." The Captain's face was gray. His hands were empty, his chest heaving, his eyes darting between them. "You think this changes anything? You think putting me in a cell brings your father back? Brings back any of them?" Alex picked up the folder, tucked it under his arm. The pages were scattered across the floor, the truth finally in the light. "It brings you where you belong. That's enough." The Captain's laugh was hollow. "You're a fool. Both of you. You think you've won. You think this is over." He reached into his jacket again, slower this time, his hand coming out with something small, black, plastic.

“How—how do I do that?” Devin taps the key on the table and pushes it toward me. “Steal his captain’s jersey and leak the team’s playbook. Trust me, our coach hates nothing more than incompetence and recklessness. Those are the two traits he doesn’t want in his captain. If he finds out the team’s guide was leaked online, you can bet Carl will be stripped of his position—and likely kicked off the team. His teammates might even see him as a traitor and turn against him. And what is that asshole without his loyal goons…?” Devin leans back with a shrug, leaving the question hanging. It all makes sense now.

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.

responded Carmen, wondering why the cop was talking to her like she was some kind of kindergarten kid. "Um...Captain?" Carmen asked. "Please, call me Susan or Claire." "OK, Susan, what did that guy you just brought in do?" "Oh him. Public violation." "Public violation?" "Caught him urinating in public." "Oh..." "Don't worry hun," added the captain, "if you last long enough you'll see way nastier stuff than that." "What about the Pink Projectile? She works with you, right?" "Oh yeah, she's pretty good and that other speedster..."

I tilt my head to the side, experimenting, and am desperately pleased when the fire goes wide and low, creating a wide ring on the ground instead of a tall funnel. “God damn it,” the Captain says, his face bursting into a grin. Then he looks over at me. “How…how big can it get?” I glance over at Jackson who looks down at me, quite casual. “I’ve got…acres of power left in me, Ari. I’m not kidding when I say this is a croissant.” When I look back at the Captain his face is twisted in confusion. “A croissant?” I laugh. “He just means it can get big. Really big.”

“Junior-league stuff, scholarship pressure. I’ve only ever heard one version of it.” Eli nodded once, accepting the partial answer. “Figured it was something like that. Thanks for not pretending it’s nothing.” He tapped Ethan’s shin pads lightly and moved back toward the drill. Ethan caught up with Marcus near the tunnel after the final whistle. “You said I was measuring people,” Ethan started, keeping his voice even. “Maybe I am. But what I see doesn’t match the simple version I was told.” Marcus slowed but didn’t stop walking. “And what version is that?”

"Hendrix, you dumped me. You humiliated me in front of the whole team. You told me I was boring, useless, and nothing compared to Portia. And now that I'm standing here, living my life, doing my job, and surrounded by real men who actually respect me, you're crying like a pathetic child?" "They don't respect you!" Hendrix screamed, his face turning bright red. "They're using you, Cassy! They're hockey captains! They're alphas! Do you honestly think three rich, powerful guys like Elijah, Chase, and Karius actually care about a timid little strategist like you?! They're sharing you like a trophy just to rub it in my face! They're using you to humiliate me!" "Everything isn't about you, Hendrix

“Thank you. I’m so proud to have a daughter who can give performance reviews before eight in the morning.” “Daddy’s not mean.” “He’s never seen you pour glitter into an air-conditioning vent.” “It was an experiment.” “It was a crime.” Poppy took a sip of milk, her green eyes watching me through her bangs like I was some junior employee who still didn’t understand the company vision. “Daddy calls me Captain.” “Because he wants his life ruined in creative ways.” “Captain is good.” “Captain is good on a boat. At home, Captain Poppy uses Barbie as a hostage so she doesn’t have to eat carrots.”