Mugman X Cuphead Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ a man in dark room sitting alone with his cigar his face looking ferocious he throwed all the items and shouted "you people are waste you made me to run away from those bastards" the man who was screaming is none other than Raghu he is fuming with anger as the situation came for him to escape from his enemies according to him he is a great mafia lord but when Aurthur took the mafia throne from his dad he started occupying one by one groups and became a powerful mafia king

Panderson) Though to others it might look they 2 have an intimate moment, actually, the thing that pressing on his crotch was actually a Desert Eagle Handgun muzzle, Mr.Panderson have personally seen the thing blown off a monster head like a melon, that's why he almost wet himself.

I spent two years stealing his hoodies because the man is like a polar bear. The second wrong thing is the guy on the couch. Big. Shirtless. Golden blond hair loose to his shoulders, still damp from what must have been a recent shower. Eyes that catch and reflect the lamp light in a way that’s wrong for a living room and right for the woods. There's a mug steaming on the armrest next to him, and some petty part of my brain goes: I bought that mug. How dare he be drinking from a mug I bought Noah.

“It works fine. I just have to jiggle it a little.” He exhaled like I’d personally offended his ancestors. I poured the juice into two chipped mugs and handed him one. He held it like it was radioactive. “Hazel.” “What?” “This mug says ‘World’s Best Grandma’ on it.” I looked him dead in the eye, “can you fucking shut it ?” He snorted and sipped it anyway, then made a face. We clinked mugs and I swear, he still looked around like he was waiting to get tetanus.

When the door opened, Carrola was there with an unknown young man. “Hello, Mugen. May I come in?” Carrola greeted. Mugen looked over the young man beside Carrola from head to toe. He got a friendly vibe looking at this guy, and his smile reminded him of Ruhan. “Sure, come in!” Mugen answered and he stepped aside to let the two in, then he shut the door. The two additions in the room attracted the attention of all. They all continued their activities as if nothing happened, but when one of them saw the two, he was surprised.

I make to walk over and grab his cup when Jagger puts a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Trust me man, don't touch the cup." Everyone in the vicinity laughs, but I'm unsure as to why. "It's cursed," Jagger whispers to me. "Take it from someone who found out the hard way. You do not touch Tyler Blackfoot's skull mug." "He serious?" I jerk my thumb in his direction as I pose the question to everyone at the table. "What do you think?" Tyler eyes me. Without a word, I grab the coffee pot, top off the cup, and walk back over to set it down again.

I emptied the cup, finishing the cold coffee and looked straight to the counter. The bald man violently fell down on the floor while holding his head. The people near him stayed away, afraid. One crew walked out of the counter to help, but the man growled at him. The crew stepped back with fears on his eyes. Maggie stood up from her seat and I tried stopping her. “Where are you going?” I asked her. She looked at me. “I will check what’s wrong. The man needs help.” “Don’t go. Don’t involve yourself with him. Let him be. He will walk away,” I said to my classmate, but she didn’t listen to me and ignored my warnings.

The previously beaten elders landed in front of Mane with their killing intent focused on the young Supreme. Each of them looked different, suggesting that they had indeed resorted to using their trump cards, not that Mane was complaining. Elder Cafu had transformed into a humanoid creature covered all over in white scales that gleamed brightly under the baptism of the sun. His head was covered by a helmet that was as white as wool but harder than steel. In his hands was a large cleaver that was made out of the very same scales that covered his body, and strapped to his waist was a gourd that Mane sensed was filled with water, not wine.

His gaze darkened. … "Heather, you bitch!" Anna's face was smarting from being continuously slapped, and she screamed with rage. Amidst the chaos, she grabbed a mug from the table nearby and swung it at Heather's head with all her might. The mug wasn't light. If it landed on Heather's head, she would definitely have a wound to show for it! Heather saw the mug out of the corner of her eye, but it was too close for her to dodge. Just as the mug was about to land, a hand reached out to grab Anna's wrist. The mug stopped less than an inch from Heather's head.