Captain Captain Underpants Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..." The sexy captain America look alike smiled but move back to give me some space and I bite my lip and smile at him. I was going all out wanting to get it over with while I could still see Gene on the corner of the room pretending to talk to some hot redhead woman. I was feeling insecure seeing the man beside me, thinking he could surely beat me up to a pulp if he's a straight homophobic guy. "It's okay, don't think I've seen guys ordered that in a while." Curtis Cuthbert was looking more and more straight as he said the words with his deep manly voice.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I shifted, trying not to draw attention, but my eyes kept scanning. Near the stage, the debate team captain, usually so polished in his suits, was on his knees between two members of the swim team. Their speedos were still on under open tux jackets, but their cocks were out, heavy and wet, slapping against his cheeks as he tried to take both heads at once. His lips stretched obscenely wide, tongue flicking desperately between them while they gripped his hair and laughed. Cum from an earlier load already painted his forehead like a crown. One of the swimmers reached down and shoved two fingers into the captain’s ass without warning, making him choke and push back like a slut in heat.

“Let it go, Madeleine. I don’t make the rules. No one will follow a female captain.” “What if I get my own crew of badass female criminals together?” I tease, but realise I went a step too far when he drops the fork and glares at me. “If you dare to-” “I’m joking, relax. I can’t even run my own life. How will I run a gang?” “Crew,” he corrects me and picks up his fork. “The men working under a captain are called a crew.” “Thanks for the lesson,” I say and fall back down on the couch. “Can you please go take a shower?”

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

Annika promised the skipper. Annika was thrilled to be sitting by his side; she was curious about what was on his computer, so the captain opened the albums on his computer and showed her some images. "This is me when I was a baby," Captain said, displaying his cutest baby photographs. He was a small fat baby with the grayest eyes and red lips pink infant you'll ever see. "I seem like a little piggy here, don't I?" the skipper jokes about his newborn photographs. Annika's response: "I want a kid like that!" laughing! "Oh, be cautious what you say, ha! ha! ha!" the captain says in response to her jokes.

I stabbed my eggs again and became laser-focused on my plate when my father came down from his room. “But who are they congratulating like that?” “Him? That’s the captain of our school’s hockey team. Auntie, he’s so good, rumours have it that NHL scouts everywhere are fighting for a piece of him.” My throat suddenly felt too dry. I reached for the jar of orange juice at the centre of the table. “He’s quite handsome.” Talullah squealed. “I know, right?! I’m going to make him my boyfriend very soon—“ The jar slipped from my hand and spilled over my side of the table. By the time I jerked back, the front of my dress pants was already soaked.

The corporate wars were still active on the division servers, but the hockey captain and his plus-size nutritionist were no longer running from the storm. ​We had crossed the boundary, and our future was completely secure.

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…?”