Cagney Carnation Cuphead Novels & Stories

I tore the photo instantly—no thought, no hesitation. Second photo: Connor Ivanov. Handsome, polished, with a reputation for charm and ruthlessness. I’ve heard whispers of his cruelty—smiling while orchestrating chaos. Third: Finneas Diaz. Quick-tempered, fiercely loyal to his own, and utterly unpredictable. His men would die for him without question, but the same loyalty could turn deadly if crossed. Fourth: Oscar Montoya. Older, experienced, cunning. Known for controlling underground gambling rings and shipping empires alike. Patience is his weapon, subtlety his armor.

Carlos POV I observed something odd about Cupcake today. I caught her daydreaming a few times, and she lost focus on whatever that she does. Not to mention that she started the day in the office with the injured hand due to accidentally spilled the hot coffee while later it followed by the incident she tripped on the floor and to add on before we leave the office she accidentally hit her head onto the door. I kept observing her without her being aware of it. While I descended from the stairs to the kitchen, I saw her busy cutting the vegetables in the kitchen.

My body falls off the stool and he immediately attacks again, delivering more smacks across my face. My hands find his balls and give them a tight squeeze enough for him to scream like one of the girls and roll off my body. Hurriedly, I move over and pummel the knife deeper into his stomach. I do not want to kill this man. He should just be still but he's not. He is so dumb - he does not know how to play dead. I pull out the knife and he lets out another soul wrenching scream. Then it ends as soon as I plunge the knife into his neck. His body convulses, his eyeballs roll up, the strong commanding man is reduced to a dying lettuce bleeding out in front of me.

"...and you thought of your bastard son?" Crimson seeped from Alton's collar, filling his neck and cheeks. In my altered state of understanding, I had images of cartoons I'd seen as a child. Ones with a funny little bald-headed man wearing hunting gear. When he was mad, the redness rose, much like a thermometer, until the top of his head blew. That was what I saw as I looked toward the man I was about to marry.

"Leave it to me! I'll make it a royal banquet! You and Lucien will feel like king and queen—" "Do whatever you want," Cynthia cut her off with a smirk. Just imagining how annoyed Lucien would be at the party already made her fingers fly faster across the keyboard. *** After work, Cynthia drove to the mall. The moment she stepped inside, a familiar figure caught her eye—Hogan. He was still impeccably dressed in his signature tailored suit, standing out in the crowd. She instinctively wanted to avoid him, but what happened next stopped her in her tracks. Two women, each wobbling on heels at least eight inches high, stopped Hogan in his path. They said something condescending, then stormed off

Carlo turned his head and looked at him, he hadn't noticed before, but now he was fatter than when he first arrived and said with slight disgust: "Well, it's time to make it lose some weight." "Are you tired today?" Cynthia asked. Carlo shook his head, "Sure not when I see you." This pleased Cynthia, who smiled and wrinkled her nose at Carlo before exclaiming, "Gee! I didn't think that little fool would be working for money now, he's grown up!" She sounded like a smug mom. Carlo looked at him and smiled, two dimples appearing on his cheeks as he pouted and teased her, "Cynthia, I want a soda and a cupcake."

I rummaged through the bag to find Cain had ordered two boxes of nuggets and ample amounts of fries. He placed my cup of water into the cup holder and handed me the straw as the woman passed him his card. Thanking her, he began to drive away. I started to dig through the food and shoved a few fries in my mouth before I noticed that Cain made no effort to eat or drink. Realizing that I was hogging the bag of food, I apologized and handed it to him to grab his food out. He shook his head and pushed it back to me. "It's all yours."

He said if he couldn’t rule then nobody would, and he would rather burn everything down than let Damien and Elena have it. Elena felt rage so strong it made her vision fade white and she raised her gun aiming it straight at Vincent’s head, and he laughed and said she didn’t have what it took to kill him in cold blood because she was still pretending to be a gangster instead of truly becoming one. Elena pulled the trigger and Vincent’s laugh stopped as the bullet hit him in the chest, and he looked surprised for a moment before falling back in his chair.

Carmen rolled her eyes as she shut the door. “Hey, seriously, you are fierce, loosen up a bit.” Cayden quickly used his foot to block the door. “I want to drink coffee, so make me a cup.” Cayden said, pulling out his coffee sachet. “You’re crazy!” Carmen cursed but still let him in.

But he disappeared. Now I needed to get curtains. There was no doubt about that. Looking around, I grabbed a towel lying on a chair. Throwing it over the railing of the window. I took a big breath and stepped away, “Creep.” Returning to the dresser, I blow-dried my hair and did my make up. Looking at the time, it was almost twelve, I decided to head over to my favorite coffee shop. Hunger never came as fast as when recovering from a hangover. Stepping through the doors, my eyes caught Casio. Smiling, I made my way over to him, “Fancy meeting you here. Didn’t expect to see you.”