Cagney Carnation Cuphead Novels & Stories

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

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.

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."

His bare arms were well-defined—for once, Cynthia didn't see him as just another pretty face. Lucien was still in his half-dry clothes, slouched on the sofa, smoking. The ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts. Smoke filled the room. Cynthia frowned and opened every window but pointedly ignored Lucien's expectant gaze. She brewed two cups of tea—one for herself, one for Hogan. "Thank you for today," she said sincerely. "If it weren't for you, I might be in the hospital right now." Hogan took a sip, his expression calm again.

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.”