Novel & Cerita Captain Captain Underpants

Wow, she smells really nice, Venus thought, her face growing hotter. The captain pulled Venus’s chair closer to the table, making sure she was on more stable ground. “T-thank you,” Venus stammered, covering her face in embarrassment. The captain tilted her head, pulling the neckline of her shirt slightly as if to smell herself. “Do I smell like sweat?” the captain asked absentmindedly, still checking. Realizing the awkwardness of the situation, Venus quickly spoke up. “No, no!” she said, waving her hands frantically. “You smell really nice and—" She gulped as she noticed the captain’s face turning red.

Mirabelle and two of her snobbish designer friends sauntered over to my workstation, triumphant smirks plastered across their faces. “Looks like the star contestant is so rattled she can't even follow a basic set of instructions!” Mirabelle taunted, folding her arms as she eyed my one piece. “Maybe she must have been day dreaming about being on the beach with her sugar daddy.” One of the snobbish contestant pitched in. “Or was thinking about what happened earlier.” Mirabelle finished up.

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

Alessia said, her voice dropping flat and cold. It snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I had completely forgotten she was still in my place, and my brain scrambled trying to figure out how to get her out without causing a scene. "Nico," she pressed, a sharp edge entering her words when I stayed silent. "Mmh?" I grumbled, following her gaze toward the TV. I sat up fast the second I registered the screen. It was the captain of 'The Serpent'—a total legend, my absolute idol, and the star of the pro team that invited us overseas to train with them at their camp.

Maybe I should’ve, but… I didn’t want to shatter whatever this strange, safe little bubble we were in was. So I just nodded slowly and let the silence settle back in. He noticed, of course. Noticed the pause. The tension. The unspoken weight lingering in the air like a storm cloud that hadn’t quite broken yet. And then, like the master deflector he clearly was, Captain leaned forward and smirked. “You know,” he said, picking up the comic I’d tossed aside, “you’re lucky I like you.” “Why’s that?” “Because if it were anyone else disrespecting my collection like this—” he flipped through the pages with exaggerated care— “I’d throw hands.”

“Let me smell your hair.” Beau eagerly tilted his head down for me to bring my nose close, and when I actually got a whiff of clean soap, I shrugged. “All right then, bud. But we still gotta brush your teeth.” He groaned and complained, but I set him on the floor and swatted him lightly on the back to urge him along. “Get going, Captain Underpants.”

"Our entertainment is officially over. We just received confirmation on a paid mission, a real contract, so we have no more time to play games with you two." I slowly lowered the weapon, stepping back to stand in front of Nina, keeping my arm extended to shield her body. The Captain turned around smoothly, straightening her dark leather corset and brushing her long hair over her shoulder. She looked back and forth between Nina and me, letting out a sharp, amused laugh. "By the way," the Captain said, her eyes flashing with playful mischief. "You both are bloody liars. That married story was absolute trash. But you definitely cannot deny the intense lust between you two. You should probably f

I turned to him. I smiled, but I was still worried about her. I didn't call her this morning, but she left a good-luck text message. The game is about to begin. The Manhattan team skated in. We shook hands before the game. “Contain your anger, Captain,” Elias said, tapping my shoulder. My face remained cold. After we shook hands, I saw a smirk appear on their center/captain's face, Marvis Ross, when our eyes met. My face hardened. He was my cousin from my mother's side, a rude and arrogant little tramp.

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.