Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

“Can you give these to your asshole Captain?” His mouth parted. “Ass what?” he chuckles, “he really get into your nerves.” “Just give these to him,” I said in a monotone voice. He raised both of his arms. “Of course. I surrender, my lady.” Fool. “Hurry up.” He scratched the back of his neck as he grab the three paper bags on the floor. “But Captain just texted me that you should keep those,” Alas interfered that made me froze. “Que culo!” I hissed. “I don’t care about it! Just give those to him!”

He answered shirtless this time, sweatpants slung low, towel around his neck like he’d just come from the gym. Water glistened on his abs, a drop trailing down to the soaked patch of his waistband. I forced my eyes up. “Early,” he noted, stepping aside. “Eager to argue?” “Eager to graduate,” I shot back, pushing past him and ignoring the way the smell of his cologne mixed with his body wash made me tingle. The apartment smelled like protein shakes and sweat. It wasn’t as organized as usual with his workout gear scattered everywhere. My eyes stopped when they landed on the sourly familiar blonde in the living room. Brittany was already there, of course.

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 🌵🌊🌨️🐍🙆🌩️🌙

Somehow, everything feels less heavy now. I look toward the stained bedsheet sitting on the floor. Then I sigh. Don't get me wrong. My uterus is still public enemy number one. But as embarrassing as this situation is, I can't stop the small smile that finds its way onto my face. Because Tristan Hale, billionaire, control freak, professional workaholic and apparently terrible emotional communicator, is currently going out to buy sanitary pads for me. And probably chocolate. Maybe things aren't completely ruined after all.

“He’s on his way.” I barked a laugh. “Tell him to sit his ass back down. I took care of it. I don’t need him.” She nodded and waited another minute. “He said fine but don’t do it again.” I rolled my eyes. “Men. I’ve about had it up to my eyeballs with them.” She laughed. “I know what you mean. My mate thought I would just give up being a captain to produce pups with him.” Lila shook her head. “Jokes on him, he’s back with our pup while I’m here.”

“Though I’d know, since I’m the one out there with her now.” The temperature at the table dropped about ten degrees, and Talia shot me a look across the table that very clearly said handle this before it turns into a scene, and I was already opening my mouth to redirect the conversation somewhere safer when Marcus leaned forward just slightly, still smiling, still perfectly pleasant on the surface. “Funny thing about that,” he said. “I heard a rumor there might be a little more than professional chemistry happening out there on the water these days. Small industry. People talk.”

A high-priority thread was trending at the very top of the campus message board, its view count increasing by hundreds every second: > [TRENDING] HOCKEY CAPTAIN’S SCHOLARSHIP GIRLFRIEND UNDER FORMAL INVESTIGATION FOR FINANCIAL FRAUD > Below the headline was a brutal thread of anonymous comments, cascading down the screen like a toxic waterfall: > User_992: So she really was using him for cash? Five grand is wild. > CampusLiar: Rich boyfriend, free tuition, anonymous deposits... must be nice to live like a parasite. > WestbridgeInsider: Everyone knew a girl from her background didn't belong here anyway. She probably blackmailed him.

My nipples grew bigger and hardened under my touch. “Ah, Fuck, Yes” I moaned slightly to avoid attention. I increased my pace as I fondled my already hard nipples making them turn a bright pink. “ahhhhh, yes ohh my Fuck” I moaned loudly regretting why I hadn’t brought my vibrator on my death mission. Suddenly the door to my suite opened. I didn’t turn around immediately, thinking it was just another faceless servant bringing a tray of food I wouldn’t eat. “I told you, I’m not hungry,” I snapped, raising my head to lock eyes with whoever it was.

Chapter 59 -Who the captain really is Emma tapped her phone and opened her social media. Almost immediately, notifications started popping up everywhere. Right in the middle of them was a video from a morning TV show featuring Allison. Emma pressed play. Allison was sitting in a cream-colored blazer, looking sad as the interviewer asked her about the canceled wedding. “I just never thought my own sister could do something like this,” Allison said. “I tried to protect her, but some people only care about what they can get.”