Novel & Cerita Melvin Captain Underpants

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times. “Come in,” a familiar voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. Sitting across from Principal Hargrove was a ridiculously hot guy with dark, slightly tousled hair and striking dark green eyes. I recognized him instantly. Sebastian Hale. Westfield’s captain. The one who had dismantled Hawthorne’s offense on Friday night and smiled at me afterward like he actually saw me.

The back of my shirt is already sticking to my back. “Golden Boy, are you asking me to strip for you?” Mave makes a gagging sound. My face flushes. Why would he say that here with people listening? Why would he say that at all? “Didn’t I tell you that the Captain is not an ass licker? You are disgusting the poor guy.” Mave grumbles. I don’t turn around to look at him, I keep my eyes on my feet, taking deep breaths to find my center again. The refuge camp is completely worn out but the floors are lacking the holes for me to disappear through.

Melvin ordered, with his eyes closed. Occasionally his eyes opened again; there was a strange feeling inside him that made him glance toward the girl beside him, shaking his head, then closing his eyes again. "No... no... I won't touch her," he thought to himself. Out of annoyance, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "Are you alright, Sir?" "I'm fine, it's just a bit stuffy." "Do you want me to turn on the AC?" asked Marvin; the man was ready to turn on the car's AC.

“Bro, can you take me to the bathroom to wash my hands?” Melvin asked, looking up at Aaron with his big, bright eyes. Aaron glanced down at him. Melvin wasn’t tall enough to reach the sink on his own, but the bathroom had a small stool set up just for him. Usually, Melvin prided himself on being a “little man” and never asked for help—hence the stool. But now he was actually asking to be carried. Aaron narrowed his eyes, spotting the mischief in Melvin’s gaze. With a small nod, he picked him up and carried him into the bathroom.

He stumbled backward into the doorframe, his boots sliding across the polished floorboards. The second guard reached for his holster, but I already had my hand on the brass lever of the door. I pushed it open with my shoulder and stepped inside the room. The heavy smell of cigar smoke and wet earth hit my throat immediately. Melvin sat on the centre cushion of my velvet sofa. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that looked too tight around his broad shoulders. His hair was completely silver, cropped close to his skull. His face looked like it was carved out of granite, lined with deep scars from old pack wars.

He half-dragged, half-carried me to their large bed. He shoved me down onto the bed, face first, the mattress was soft and comfortable under me. “Ass up, princess,” he commanded. I obeyed immediately. Melvin climbs the bed, peeling off his sweatpants. I gasped at the size of his length, still surprised at how big it was, even though I had seen it before. I stood on my fours. On my hands and knees. My knees barely at the edge of the bed, shooting out my ass to Kelvin. Melvin roughly peels my half cut off me, bringing it above my head.

Peter asked and Melvin smiled before a red-haired girl joined them “Same as you. Looking out for my loved one. I guess I have to bear with you pitiful face for the sake of Susan “Melvin said and Peter scoffed “Do you have any choice? But I won’t forgive you for lying to me about Susan when I came to look for her in your hospital. You are a very bad doctor. Do you have a thing for me?” Melvin looked him up and down and then sneered “Me…. have a thing for you? You are so ugly. I won’t take you even if you were the last man standing in the whole world. “

" Oh please stop with your whining, you yourself have a high ranking mate and you're stressed out because of that thing? "Puleeaaseee, He will so dump her ass." "No he would so not." "He would so." "No, he would not." "He would, do not waste your breath." "He doesn't seem like the type to actually need a mate." Goddess I hated Mel's Minions, they were completely useless, their brains must have turned to mush, from obeying all of Mel's orders. "Shut up you two." Mel ground out, irritated by their stupid argument.

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“How—how do I do that?” Devin taps the key on the table and pushes it toward me. “Steal his captain’s jersey and leak the team’s playbook. Trust me, our coach hates nothing more than incompetence and recklessness. Those are the two traits he doesn’t want in his captain. If he finds out the team’s guide was leaked online, you can bet Carl will be stripped of his position—and likely kicked off the team. His teammates might even see him as a traitor and turn against him. And what is that asshole without his loyal goons…?” Devin leans back with a shrug, leaving the question hanging. It all makes sense now.