Captain Underpants Monster Novels & Stories

"Oh man. It says here that he has a monster dick, and the girl... fuck, all of these girls couldn't fit it inside of them. Gross." "Whatever. That's stupid." I licked at my ice cream as my stomach turned. He did have a monster cock. How did they know that? I hadn't until a couple of hours before. There was very little doubt in my mind that he had slept with some if not all of them. "They're totally making fun of him." She glanced up with disgust on her face. "This is so stupid. Monster cock? Get real."

Rushing along with a wall to them, the humans get crushed like squishy insects as a pool of blood flow down to the floor. No one survives even the captain died in a gruesome death. After the monster rushed it removed the wall from its head showing its large scaly fish-like skin and body shape of a gorilla with multiple human limbs attached to its body. The monster size is bigger than everyone could imagine because its head was so small compared to its body even tho its head stuck at the door. "Good job." Behind the monster is a man who is wearing the same captain uniform as the captain who died. He proceeds to walk passed the monster without fear from his face.

His own brand of monster. His protégé. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “You fucking bastard…” Even with closed eyes, I knew he was smiling until I heard him mutter words to himself. “That’s what I thought.” I felt the weight off me, and when my eyes flew open, I saw Marco straddling my thighs. His good hand savagely yanked at my pants, zipped fastening, but there was no way he could get it off me, so he took out the anger on my t-shirt, savagely ripping it off. One moment I was underneath him and in the next, I was flipped on my stomach, the pants pulled down until he took it off and discarded it to another corner of the room. My panties were next, and given the roughness he displayed

"If you're desperate for a husband, you should pick someone else. I am Luca Marino, The Monster.” He was the monster because it was said he could crush a man's head with his hands. Looking at him, I almost believed it. He was huge, at least six feet, two inches tall. And heavily muscled. He could certainly crush me if he wanted to. I nodded slowly, my fingers shaking now. I wiped them behind my back. "That's exactly why I picked you." His eyes narrowed. Now he was paying attention. "Go ahead, explain."

He gripped her hips and flipped her beneath him, her breath caught as she looked up, hair sprawled over the pillows, lips red and swollen from his kiss. He undid his pants, slid them low enough for her to see just how hard he was, the tip glistening with precum. Kristen’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling in anticipation. He lined himself up at her entrance. She moaned, hips lifting instinctively to meet him. And then he stopped. Pulled back. Kristen blinked, confused. “What…?” He stood, breathing hard, chest rising and falling like a man holding back a war inside him.

"I'd say… no way." Rosa's smug expression froze, and rage flashed in her eyes. "Hazel Spencer!" Before she could explode, I cut her off, saying, "How does it feel getting beaten until you pass out every day? Rise to the top? Looks to me like you two can't even put food on the table." As if to prove my point, her stomach growled loudly. Theo was never cut out for business. That so-called "investment" was nothing but a scam. Rosa had never stopped to think that something this profitable was simply too good to be true for ordinary people like us.

Alessio rasped against his lips. Noa’s breath hitched. “I’m” “Say it.” “I’m fuck I’m yours.” “That’s all I care about.” His hands slid under Noa’s shirt, pressing against the bruises, the stitches, like he needed to own every broken piece before the world tore them apart. Noa’s gasp cracked in his throat. “We’re monsters.” “Then let’s be monsters together.” They devoured each other, tearing at buttons, dragging desperate moans from each other’s mouths, clawing past the blood and the lies, needing something real.

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You cut your losses early. What's one asshole? There are many handsome guys here. I'll line up 10 for you at home!" I couldn't help but laugh at that. The whole drive, we talked about my future. We both silently avoided discussing anything about Westbrook University back home. That night, lying in bed after a good meal and a few drinks, my phone suddenly buzzed with a stream of messages. They were all from university classmates, people I'd barely spoken to in the less than a month since the semester started. They were all asking if I was the one who reported the captain and Marcus. A classmate sent me a video. It showed Captain Monroe in intimate moments with various

“There’s a monster that needs to be defeated.” Noel said in a serious tone. “What kind of monster?” asked Alex. He noticed that his classmates are now giving all the attention to the mysterious cat man. “He’s a turtle man.” Replied Noel. Everybody looked at each other. The class might have considered that this monster, is not as ferocious or dangerous as the queen bee. For it is merely a turtle. Curious about the monster, Alex asked again. “Given that you’re asking for help, this monster might be dangerous and strong.”