Novelas y relatos de Captain Underpants Vs Homelander

I showed it to Kade. He smirked but his eyes stayed hard. "See? Starts as jokes. Then questions. Why does the captain babysit the new guy so much? Room together on trips. Always paired in drills." "Coach ordered that stuff," I shot back. "We have excuses. But if they link it to anything else... the fights that turned into more. The weight room. My place. We cannot let this blow up now. Not with the syndicate breathing down our necks." Kade shifted closer his knee pressing against mine in the back seat. "You worried about your image Ryder? Golden boy captain caught with the killer from Russia. Fans might eat it up or burn your jersey."

years old) LANDER- An aggressive, cocky and territorial Shifter with a responsibility to his Clan and his father to protect and serve his Clans Men. A Guardian. Third oldest of the Brothers. Described as Homophobic with a penchant for sneering, mean spirited jokes and a dangerous temper. A leopard with very little love or care for those outside of his family and a fierce protector of his home. A no nonsense individual, with a hard personality and the supernatural ability to invade the thoughts of others. (Tall, average build, handsome, dark green angry eyes, and sharp blond hair, ? years old)

“Oh my God, Rowan, don’t lie, I’m too fragile tonight.” He put the mug down so hard it clinked. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “Well then why don’t you have pads?” “Because I….Liv, what logic is this?” “Don’t yell at me, I’m bleeding!” He threw his hands up. “Okay, okay, wait. Sit down. Breathe. I’ll go buy some.” “You can’t buy pads in that suit. People will think you’re d oing a hostage negotiation.” He rubbed his forehead. “Liv. Sit.”

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”