Captain Underpants Melvinborg Novels & Stories

Melvin scoffed and shook his head, "Look, it's okay, alright?" "What do you mean it's okay and you just walk off from me like that, I…" "Serena, it's fine. I've accepted I'm not your league. I can be just your friend. I step out for a few minutes and there's a lot of drama around you. Andre, Matt..then who's that guy again?" "You don't have exes?" Serena's brows jumped in annoyance. Melvin shot a glare at her that was supposed to show anger but he wasn't even good at staying angry, "Yeah, make fun of the fact that I don't have a lot of exes and I'm just a baby in the dating world."

"Yes. Recently, Thea has been tortured by Melvin and is about to break down. She came to me once, and we had a good chat and made things clear. In fact, if not for Melvin, we wouldn't hold any grudges between us. Melvin hated women very much recently. He said that all women were bad. Thea exposed the relationship between him and me and ruined his reputation. Because of that, the company looked into it and fried him in the end."

CURSED After the death of Cassandra, Melvin continued with his life. His secret was safely tucked away in the deep forest. He never gave her another thought; he felt free and happy to get rid of her. Melvin had always thought of Cassandra’s love for him as choking. She was always making him take vows that he would love her forever. He had repeated the vows just to please her and get between her pants. Getting her pregnant was not part of his plans. He was young and had lots of adventures to partake in, having a wife and child was the last thing on his mind, when she told him of her pregnancy, her smile irked him, and the way she cradled her invisible bump got on his nerves.

“Embarrassed you? Baby, I’m just telling the truth. You think those people didn’t notice? You take up space, Sora. Might as well own it.” Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back. She had cried enough in the early years. Now she just endured. When they got home, Melvin didn’t even wait for her to take off her shoes. He pushed her against the wall in the hallway, his mouth rough on her neck. “Melvin, wait—” “Shut up,” he muttered, already hiking up her dress. “You always get so wet when I talk shit to you. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

"Elder Melvin." A dark, humourless laugh cuts through my chest. The pieces of the puzzle instantly slam into place. The terrified, pregnant werewolf hiding in my private bathroom upstairs, bruised and bleeding, had spoken that exact name with pure horror. "Elder Melvin," I say, mocking the title as I take another slow step forward. "A very impressive imagination you have. A simple castle guard pretending to be a high ranking elder just to abuse a helpless pregnant woman in the guest wings." Melvin freezes, the blood completely draining from his face until his skin turns a sickly shade of grey.

An edge that didn't want to make me disobey and do just as he said. Reluctantly, I walked to the chair, pulled it out, and sat on it. "Look at me." "What do you want to know?" I questioned. "Everything," Giovanni answered. "Fine, I hope you won't hurt him with this information I'll give you." I twisted my hands together and began to explain who Melvin was. I only told him what I knew about him, how he was the football team captain, the family he was from, where he frequented, and even down to the car he drove. Yes, Giovanni wanted to know all that.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have sat here and talked to him calmly. After returning the night before, she'd looked into Melvin's past. He had a reputation for drinking, fighting, and womanizing. Fortunately, Robert was there to clean up his mess. "Mr. Bardot, Melvin is lucky to have a father like you. He must have done something good in the past to deserve you. "I'm sure you know all the trouble he's caused over the years. Even if my men hadn't beaten him up, with his character, he would've paid the price sooner or later. You can protect him for the time being, but not forever."

Please wake up and save me from him. “I never felt this good doing sex by a faggot with a pussy,” he mocked. Melvin squeezes his dick until the last drop of his semen falls through my belly. He tittered. “How does it feel being a cum dump, sissy?” Melvin chortled. His face makes me furious, and I wanted to chop it into small pieces nearly close to brunoise. The way he stares at me makes me wanted to puke. For all this time, Melvin was just showing fake sympathy and concern to us. A real example of a back biter.

Carl said and disconnected the call in annoyance Carl's phone beeped as he arrived home. Sitting on his bed he checked who had sent him a message. Check out what Melanie is up to through this link Carl opened the link and found pictures of Melanie in the bra and panties she wore today on a bed lying down, he checked the next picture and saw her on the same bed with a man in underpants.

Drowning in my own thoughts and memories. The waves of guilt and regret coming towards me and taking over my body, while my own blood flowed through the numerous cuts that appeared on my body. Then, in front of me a shadow took shape and I saw Melvin appearing, a boy of 15, black hair that was shoulder length and braided, eyes of a caramel shade with white and silver streaks, a squarer nose and chin, thin lips that were curved into a wry smile. He wore a dark gray outfit with black stripes, the uniform from his last mission.