George Harold Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

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.

Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."

I snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

Matt called out to the crowd, his voice dripping with absolute amusement. On the right side of the aisle, a group of Matt’s rowdy hockey teammates erupted into cruel laughter, slapping each other on the back. Older relatives in the back rows simply stared, their mouths open in utter disbelief. Wealthy socialites leaned into each other, whispering furiously behind their manicured hands, while a few of Ryan’s older teammates looked deeply uncomfortable, their eyes dropping to the floor out of sheer pity.

“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

I stabbed my eggs again and became laser-focused on my plate when my father came down from his room. “But who are they congratulating like that?” “Him? That’s the captain of our school’s hockey team. Auntie, he’s so good, rumours have it that NHL scouts everywhere are fighting for a piece of him.” My throat suddenly felt too dry. I reached for the jar of orange juice at the centre of the table. “He’s quite handsome.” Talullah squealed. “I know, right?! I’m going to make him my boyfriend very soon—“ The jar slipped from my hand and spilled over my side of the table. By the time I jerked back, the front of my dress pants was already soaked.

I shifted, trying not to draw attention, but my eyes kept scanning. Near the stage, the debate team captain, usually so polished in his suits, was on his knees between two members of the swim team. Their speedos were still on under open tux jackets, but their cocks were out, heavy and wet, slapping against his cheeks as he tried to take both heads at once. His lips stretched obscenely wide, tongue flicking desperately between them while they gripped his hair and laughed. Cum from an earlier load already painted his forehead like a crown. One of the swimmers reached down and shoved two fingers into the captain’s ass without warning, making him choke and push back like a slut in heat.

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

I flinched. "I can't help it. I must be some kind of deviant." George picked up his ass and slid his shorts off. His cock flicked back up, hard, the head was almost purple. I'd seen his cock hard before when he let me spy on him while he was fucking Lucy. He was bigger than me, probably almost eight inches, and cut, like mine. The head of his cock was big, much bigger than the shaft. A real helmet and so smooth. A drop of pre-cum rested at the tip.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.