Captain Underpants Melvinborg Novels & Stories

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.

He stumbled backward into the doorframe, his boots sliding across the polished floorboards. The second guard reached for his holster, but I already had my hand on the brass lever of the door. I pushed it open with my shoulder and stepped inside the room. The heavy smell of cigar smoke and wet earth hit my throat immediately. Melvin sat on the centre cushion of my velvet sofa. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that looked too tight around his broad shoulders. His hair was completely silver, cropped close to his skull. His face looked like it was carved out of granite, lined with deep scars from old pack wars.

"What the heck? I'll be thirsty too. I—" "Have you forgotten about your beloved car?" Melvin bore his fangs. "Fine. I'll just stream and talk to the people online. Go enjoy your nap now." Now he understood why the Fulhams couldn't defeat Zachary. He was simply cheeky enough to threaten his opponents with their weakness. The waves were crashing, and the seagulls were cawing. Many attractive people appeared on Melvin's stream. More and more viewers tuned in to relish in the life of the rich. Melvin's voice wasn't too loud or too soft. When others approached him, he told them not to make so much noise.

Melvin burst into laughter at my reaction. "What the fuck was that?!" "Ok, the first one you ate was earthworm flavoured, the second one was pickle, and the last one was literally trash." I was about to attack him when he said, "Ok it wasn't trash! It was expired boiled egg." At that moment I felt sick. "Woah! Don't throw up!" He handed me a glass of champagne. "Drink up." I scanned him. This could be another trick for all I knew.

asked Melvin, who saw tears coming out of Danas' eyes. A moment later, he released his grip and put on the suit he had taken. "Listen carefully, Danas Cakrawala, I, Raka Melvin Mahameru, will make your life miserable. I'll make sure it happens!" The man's voice was so trembling, full of emphasis and intimidation, that the girl in front of him was so scared.

He half-dragged, half-carried me to their large bed. He shoved me down onto the bed, face first, the mattress was soft and comfortable under me. “Ass up, princess,” he commanded. I obeyed immediately. Melvin climbs the bed, peeling off his sweatpants. I gasped at the size of his length, still surprised at how big it was, even though I had seen it before. I stood on my fours. On my hands and knees. My knees barely at the edge of the bed, shooting out my ass to Kelvin. Melvin roughly peels my half cut off me, bringing it above my head.

After the first and second sip, I licked my tongue over my teeth, wiping clean every trace as I took a look at the brand name again, acknowledging the efforts they put in giving my muscles a new strength. "Come in," Came my deep octave on hearing a knock at the door. Melvin in his classic casual look, slid through the door keeping his head lowered in a bow before he barely held himself from ogling my features. I once heard him say, ‘If you were gay, I sure would have done wild things with you. Your framed chest could send even a man drooling over a thousand times.’ Tsk. He knew he wouldn’t say that in days I was in the mood for…

But even so, I couldn't let him hurt Ryan. The butler walked me through the living room and out to the pool. Melvin was cutting through the water, doing laps. When he finished, he pulled off his goggles, leaned on the edge, and looked at me. "You got it?" I nodded. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone slipping away in a hurry, as well as a pair of size-six pumps abandoned by the pool. Melvin climbed out, dripping under the sunlight. And honestly? For someone who loved calling himself "every girl's dream guy", he had a belly, which totally ruined the illusion.

Mia started unpacking containers pad thai, spring rolls, mango sticky rice while Zoe paced my tiny living room like she was about to set it on fire. “Okay,” Zoe said, finally stopping. “Here’s the plan. I’ve got dirt. Real dirt. The kind that gets people traded. Remember when Coach said the rookie puked in the team bus after the Vegas trip? I’ve got the video. And the time half the guys got matching tattoos of a dick on their ass because they lost a bet? Timestamped. And don’t even get me started on the group chat from last season when they were ranking the WAGs . ”

" Back in Centrolis… Zuko and Toph accompanied Nicholas once again to the prison. This time, when they saw Melvin, he no longer exuded the same arrogance as before. He emerged from behind the door, limping and restrained by handcuffs and shackles. His body was covered in wounds, although none were fatal. They were agonizing wounds that left him incapable of eating or drinking. Melvin received special "attention" from Nicholas' subordinates every day in prison. The prison guards showed him no mercy, harshly striking his calf with their batons whenever he showed any signs of slowing down. Melvin screamed in agony, collapsing to the floor like a dog with severed tendons. Nicholas sat there, his