Captain K'nuckles Flapjack Novels & Stories

If there was a way to show the kid his wrongdoings, then reprimanding him would never work. The kid had already had a knucklehead from the beginning. "Chuck arrived here with his uncle, Nathan Kelly—you know, the owner of Kelly Holdings, the multi-export and trading corporation of the popular snacks like Jell-O and Fruity Box." "Oh, is he?" Daphne unconsciously asked her as she tried to process everything that Stacy was saying.

"You don't even like chicken wings. Besides, you didn't tell me that you were coming, so I didn't prepare a portion for you!" Nathan shot Klaus a glance before muttering, "Then, why does Klaus have one?" Hilda handed Nathan a drumstick. “I made this for Professor Clark, but he didn't show up. So, here, you can have it." Nathan was furious, but he could only swallow his anger. While eating the drumstick, he stole a peek at Klaus's wrist. Sure enough, there was the apricot seed bracelet on his wrist. How dare he flaunt that in front of me?

His eyes widen but he does not argue, instead, he gets on his knees, his palms resting on his thighs as he looks up at me. “Good boy!” His dick twitches and I chuckle. Standing up from the sofa, I walk towards the back of the cabinet, pulling out a stash of toys I keep in a kit, for days when I have to go to the strip club from the hospital. I open the kit, pulling out a long device. It has a long ropelike chain with two metal pegs attached to it. I bring it over, his eyes widen. “What's that?” “It's a nipple clamp, and I'm going to be using it on you.”

Nessie chased him out with two chef’s knives advising the next time, highland oysters would be on the menu. Currently, Knuckles sat on a stool at the center workstation eating cake that she had removed to level it off. He watched as she placed the last few details on the four-tier cake. “What’s going there in the center?” he asked motioning to the large empty space between tiers two and three. “Fresh flowers and clovers.” She said wiping her brow and inadvertently wiping icing onto her face. Nessie looked up at his chuckle. “Finding flowers funny, are yeh?” “No.” Knuckles said standing up and walking around the table towards her.

I wondered if he and Misha ever crossed one another before. Then came Royce Dalton, who ran racketeering. Someone called him ‘Knuckles’ once during the introductions, and it actually fit. Big guy, thick hands, the kind of face that looked like it had taken a punch and shrugged it off. He smirked at Misha like he was waiting for a reason to be amused. Or offended. Maybe both.

"Word's word." "Word's a line," Jas said, easy. "You coil it wrong and it'll whip your teeth out." "It's a joke," Freckles said, softer but not smart. "We're only flappin'." "Flap quieter," Jas advised, in that mild way that could make men bleed without raising his voice. "Captain's rules, no slurs, no lying to the captain, no women aboard. Add one: no mouths on my time. It costs rope."

"I kicked him in the shin during drills, Brody," I lied smoothly, forcing a casual shrug even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. "He was crowding my lane, so I taught him a lesson. Right, Captain?" Jaxson didn’t even look at me, but his jaw ticked as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Vane’s got a heavy stick," he grunted, his voice flat and completely dismissive. "Drop it, Brody."

the big man in yellow clothing said, a big smile was plastered on his face. “Knock it off, Captain Flare! I think he did it on purpose to promote the windlets! Have you seen anyone fly that high?!” the princess retorted from her seat beside the king. “But, but, he could’ve… Ahahahahah!!!” the captain rolled again in laughter. Major Kirly sighed beside him, “He’ll be done in a few minutes, princess. Please ignore him.” The princess puffed her cheeks in slight irritation and sat back.

The door opened and Knuckles came in. " What do you want?" I asked him. " I'm sorry to disturb you X but we have a problem. " He said. He knows that I hate being disturbed. " Are you going to tell me what the problem is or do I have to shoot it out of you. " I said to him. I hate people who waste my time. " Sir Berner has betrayed us, he took off with the shipment. " Knuckles said with a scared tone, he has to be scared because he knows that I don't play around when it comes to money. I turned around and I punched him in the stomach and he fell down.