Captain Underpants Monster Novels & Stories

Joey groaned behind his gag until Monster leaned down and ripped the duct tape off his mouth. Joey screamed at the pain of it and when Monster ripped the rag from his eyes Joey snarled, “You sonofabitch! Lousy fucking bastard.” “Oh, shut the hell up,” Monster quipped as he smirked. “Quit being such a baby. At least the pain tells you you’re still alive. Embrace it and make it your own.” “Fuck you.” Joey growled. “No thanks, I don’t swing for the home team.” Monster walked away and stood beside his President.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

“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

Chapter 3 A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks. Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

They always say don’t joke about the thing under the bed. Like if you talk about it too much, it’ll crawl out. But I’ve never been the kind of girl who listens. Especially not with my legs spread and my fingers soaked, whispering, "If you're real, come out and fuck me already." It started as a joke. The kind of thing I’d say after too much wine and not enough dick. Some dumb fantasy about a monster under the bed—big, rough, inhuman. Something that didn’t care about manners or consent or dinner dates.

“She’s staying here.” “I would like to see—” Rei released my hand and lifted his bourbon. “Check it out and come back,” he said to Em. “She’s safe sitting here with me.” “Jasmine?” Em asked. I shook my head. “I’m happy here.” After Em walked away, Rei turned toward me. “Are you?” “That was my question. Am I safe with you?” For the first time since we’d left the penthouse, a smile curled his lips. “You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

she mused and the caption gave her a gap-toothed grin before motioning to the small seat beside him. Mj obliged the sweaty skin covered skeleton and as he steered them around a tight corner filled with dark shapes and shadows, he began to speak into the darkness. “There is legend on a swamp, ya treat er like a good woman, wit love an respect she do da same fo you bebelle… but abuse er, and she send the thing in the Bijou after you.” Mj ignored Moxie as he growled and mumbled under his breath, she turned back to the captain and smiled, “tell me about the swamp thing, please caption?” She asked sweetly, and patted herself on the back when the old man practically tripped over himself to oblige