George Harold Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

ANNE: THE SORCERER’S POV “This one’s fresh. Just how you like em’.” Harold said with his gold tooth shining like a medallion. He was a greedy bastard and the smile he gave me lasted on his face because he had been stupid enough to assure himself I was going to fall for his lame-ass tricks. “Let’s see it then,” I said keeping my face expressionless. He waved a hand that was big enough to smash a newborn into smidderins. I followed behind him as he walked into the storeroom which smelled worse than his breath.

"Explain to our guest what happens to people who mess with me." The player stood up from his armchair, a cruel smirk plastered across his face as he walked toward the center of the room. "Oh, that?" the guy said, gesturing toward the soaking freshman. "This idiot thought it was a good idea to insult Cassian in the locker room. Said some garbage about how Cassian only gets the captaincy because of his dad's name. So, we had to remind him how the hierarchy works around here.

RAVAGERS WOLVES IN 3 DAYS. The pain in my head sharpened into a cold, lethal clarity. Harold hadn't just cheated, he’d lied about the game date to keep me away from the hotel. I scrolled down to the poster for the opposing team, the Ravagers Wolves. Standing front and center was the Wolves' Captain, Horace. He was Harold’s cousin and his most hated rival. He looked like a god of destruction, broad shoulders stretching his jersey, a jawline like granite, and icy blue eyes that promised no mercy.