Captain Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

He snapped his head up just in time to meet the captain's knee. After tumbling a few times, Shaun spit out a mouthful of blood, standing up to look at the captain. "I suggest you back away, Captain. Things can get out of control if you continue." "Enough talk, Omega. Let me teach you a lesson about respect." The captain lunged again, this time Shaun managed to duck under a punch and sent his elbow into the captain's gut. He staggered back regaining his footing before jumping towards Shaun again, swinging wide for his head.

Floyd replied “Well..Well you seem to have a mouth on you. I’m Captain Eugene Krates and why does a punk kid who seems to have never heard the word discipline think he can just barge in here interrupting a work out session and insult me.” Captain Krates replied “Um… Everybody has a mouth you fucking dumbass but nice of you to point it out just and to let you know it’s justgetting warmed up and Why do I think I can come in here and insult you well maybe it’s because I was bored and just proved I can do so.” Floyd replied. “Oh we’ve got a smart ass with an attitude problem here if you're half the bad ass you seem to

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

They needed to know the name of the god they had just tried to spit on. "You have a great deal of nerve, Lord Vance," the Captain rumbled. His deep, gravelly voice wasn't a shout, but it carried a lethal, resonant frequency that vibrated through the wooden floorboards and rattled the remaining shards of glass in their window panes. "To stand in your cheap, gaudy silks, parading around this insignificant border market as if you hold the world in your soft, manicured hands," the Captain sneered, his lip curling in absolute, unfiltered disgust. "To allow your idiot, spoiled son to draw breath to insult a man whose boots he is not even worthy to lick."

This time, though, he denied it immediately. A bitter laugh escaped her. She leaned close to him and lowered her voice so that only he could hear. "You want to know why I said 'too,' don't you? It's because when I fell into the water, I screamed, 'The captain's overboard!' And Gwendolyn, that fool, didn't even check. She jumped in without a second thought and hit the hull, breaking her leg." A vicious smile tugged at her lips as she added, "How could anyone survive in freezing water with a broken leg?"

I heard retching behind me and shifted my gaze to find one of the soldiers had dropped to his knees, emptying his stomach onto the cave floor. I forced myself to breathe through my mouth, but that only made it worse. The taste coated my tongue. “What the fuck,” the captain wheezed, his face pale as ash. “What the actual fuck.” “You said there were three,” I mentioned calmly. He nodded rapidly, only for the color to drain from his face even further as realization hit. “Secure the perimeter,” I ordered. “And most importantly, this incident does not leave this cave.” “But…” The captain’s voice wavered, but he pushed on. “Don’t you think the people deserve to know we have undead invading our ter