Captain Underpants Anime Novels & Stories

Allie was sprawled out on our threadbare couch in an oversized t-shirt, balancing a bowl of white cheddar popcorn on her stomach while some trashy reality show blared on TV. "How was the study session?" she asked without looking up from the screen. "Awful," I groaned, dragging my feet across the linoleum floor. "Did you know he keeps an actual organized catalog of boob pics on his phone?" Allie snorted, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "I mean... girls probably just send them to him, lol." "It's repulsive. I'm going to sleep," I muttered, grabbing my bedroom door handle. "Love you," Allie called out over the TV noise.

(Captain Rolfe Hardy) “Hohooho~..tough luck my friend…I want to join in too..but, well..I am now a Captain in the Resource Ministry…so…let’s just sit back here and enjoy these moment eh~..seems like there is a lot of able people here these time..”.(Captain Teranak Thickhide)

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.

"You feel good Evan. Too good for this shit life." "Stop that." I sat back and looked at him. Our chests pressed close. "You are not alone anymore. Say it." Kade's eyes locked on mine. The gray looked stormy. "I am not alone. Not with you here." "Good." I rocked against him slow feeling him harden under me. "Now let me take care of you." He groaned low. "You are killing me Captain." I grinned despite everything and helped him out of his pants. Mine followed quick. Naked we moved careful on the bed. I grabbed the lube from his bag and slicked us both.

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 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.

I wanted to make a salute, but apparently, the chair didn't allow me to. "This is detention, Meow," said the captain. "And that chair there is your throne." "You're not going to drill my brains out, are you?" I asked and realized I had forgotten to address him. "Sir." "Just a little something to make you behave," the captain said and nodded at the guy beside me. I watched him grab a remote and press buttons. Then, I heard myself scream. --- Shut your mouth, dumbass! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Dexter's chest was heaving, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, gold burning bright even in the dim light. "You want to do this here?" he asked. "In front of her? In front of the cameras three doors down?" "I don't care where we do it." "You should care," he said. "Because the second either of us shifts in this building, it's over. Both of us. The whole thing unravels. Is that really what you want, Captain?" The word came out mocking, sharp, like he knew exactly how much I hated hearing it from him. "Don't call me that."

“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.”