Captain Underpants Melvinborg Novels & Stories

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

“Hey now, Naomi, I’m loyal to Atlas. And besides, I’m not even into your type.” Naomi paused, looking at the overly defensive Melvin, now with an added hint of speechlessness. “You think I’d want someone like you?” He was wearing a flamboyant purple suit with a bright red tie—who knew what had gotten into him? He looked like he’d lost a bet with a drag queen. Melvin patted his chest in relief. “As long as you don’t like me, we’re good. You wouldn’t understand. This is fashion.” “Right. Fashion that only Melvin dares to wear,” Naomi said with a faint smile. The kind of fashion no one else would dare touch.

Melvin was in the middle of a lat pulldown, shirtless, sweat sliding down his handsome face and over the clean lines of his muscles and abs before finally dripping to the floor. Sarah burst in without so much as a greeting, marched straight up to him, and got right to the point. “Melvin, I want to learn kickboxing. Find me a coach.” Melvin took a deep breath and slowly stopped what he was doing. Once both feet were planted on the ground again, he grabbed the shirt lying nearby and casually wiped the sweat from his head. Sarah looked at how unhurried he was and felt a little helpless, so she repeated herself. That finally got a reaction out of him. He turned to look at her, disbelief written

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

"Enough, man. You made your point. Blood everywhere." "Blood pays for blood," I said. "You took too many. My turn." The refs blew whistles sharp. "Gloves off. Both out. Five and game." I skated to the box, breathing heavy. "Worth every minute." Briggs followed, face marked up. "Captain fights dirty. Never saw that coming." "Never had to before," I replied. "You pushed it. Now sit and think." Viktor met me at the tunnel. "What the hell, Evan? Star player drops gloves? Never your style."

Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."

He was too tall, uurgh! "Now, that's interesting. What do we have here? Melvin, come take a look. Our little sister is in love with a fallen angel" "Let me see that" Melvin said and I paled. "No, no, Melvin. You can't see that. I drew a naked spider. You hate spiders remember?" I rambled. "A naked spider? I'll like to see that" Melvin said, smirking. "Uh-no... I lied. I-uh- I drew a naked female ant"

Like that would ever happen. "Look I can't be in my house right now, and I'm forbidden from going anywhere remotely entertaining. Doing your chores for you is the next best thing, so can I come in now?" I blubber out. "First tell me why you can't be in your house." "My parents are about to have sex, okay...." ____________________ Vote Comment **Did yaal get my Captain Underpants movie reference?? “Whatever floats your boat Melvin” Thank you to all of you 🌵🌊🌨️🐍🙆🌩️🌙

she asked, still looking concerned. “What do you think?” Melvin asked her sarcastically, as he didn’t want to upset her, but he couldn’t help it– Deep down he wanted everything fine as fast as they came he wanted this bgtrates scandal solve in some kind of way but it was obvious he was going to die childless. A part of him cursed that on day he had let his father brainwash him into joining the war most certainly this would not be happening if he had just sat at home that day.

He looked at the man in front of him as if he was a demon. Dean nonchalantly gave his orders, "Find some guys and entertain our sex-deprived Mr. Melvin. Let him feel what it is like to be fucked." Hugo turned around to carry out his task. Not long after, several large, muscular brutes appeared, stood in line with their heads covered with masks, and waited for further instructions. Melvin struggled to crawl towards the corner of the house as he stammered, "No! Please, let me go." Dean waved his hand, and the masked brutes moved forward with their hands reaching for Melvin.