Captain Underpants Monster Novelas e Histórias

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

he asked, his warm palm brushing against my forehead, checking for a fever. “Other than the scare you gave me, I feel fine,” I said breathlessly trying and failing to stop my smile at the sight of him. He smirked. “I’ve yet to meet a vampire who scares as easily as you, little flame.” “Don’t blame me. Blame your massive under-feet that can sneak up on anyone or anything,” I argued, earning a deep chuckle from him. “Seeing as you can retort like this, I’ll take that to mean you’re fully recovered.”

Monsters laughter rang out as they also deliberately run their feet, shaking the ground that is stable a while ago when the monsters comparable to that of a mini giant just used their big feet to walk. Gabriel stopped his footsteps as system 'Eye' voice that turned into emotionless mechanical voice pass through his head and repeated what was the news woman was saying a while ago to the radio and in front of the TV that had suddenly broken down as a terrified scream had once again echoed in Gabriele ears. Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Shakeable Claws [Can shake the under the surf

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. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”

The big monster had brought new monsters to the prison. I watched the new ones carefully. I had to know if the cub had told the big monster about me. Maybe they had called the new ones to find me. There were three of them. An old one that was skinny as that snake I had found in the locked rooms downstairs. He had long white hair on his face and wore a blue pointed cap. I have a vague memory of seeing someone like that in a picture in the Ogre’s quarters.

Bennet asked kindly. "Yes," I said, taking a step away. "There are many. There is an old monster, his name is President Gunford. There is a narrow and quiet monster, his name is Fujima. And there is a monster with big ears. He is the scariest of all the monsters because---" "Nicky. ??!" Bennet suddenly shouted angrily. I ran up the stairs and left Bennet. Hahahahaha! He's really pissed off!! "Come back here, you witch!!"

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

I think it started when he was feeding me cake and licking his lips while eating his. To loosen the button, I reached down between us and trailed my fingers lightly down his shirt. He took it off, and as a result, he was shirtless. As my hand moved over his rock-hard abs, I stared hard at him. He inhaled a breath, his muscles clenching at my touch. I smirked before moving my hand down further and stroking his erection over the pants he was wearing.

One reckless, unspeakably stupid mistake that started, like most of my awful mistakes, when I couldn’t sleep. I’d been up late, the night blurring into a fog of late-night scrolling and poor decisions. One of Captain’s videos had popped up. It wasn’t even that revealing. Just moody lighting and those signature half-lidded eyes of his, slow gestures, that lazy smirk that felt like it saw right through you. I watched it once. Then again. And again. I don't even know what I was looking for. A thrill? A sign? Some sense of control?

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.