Novel & Cerita Cartman Cupid Me

THIRD PERSONS P.O.V. 2012 “The conversation is getting pleasing” Carter smiled “I am the Don of El Cartel del Lobo, and through a few light researches, I found out you are the heads of the double axes clinic, I want something light from you, the benefits? A college scholarship for your son in an elite school, I run the strings of it, it’s best to think very early of the kids future, he is a promising young man isn’t he?”

The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms. His dark hair was still a reckless mess, and his green eyes—the color of broken sea glass—locked onto mine with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. He pushed off the bleachers and sauntered over, that familiar, infuriatingly confident smirk playing on his lips. “Eden Thompson. Fuck me. You actually showed up.” “It’s Carter now,” I corrected, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. “And I’m just the designated driver for my mom.”

Carter wasn't the sunshine charming kind of guy, well if you were to imagine him as someone with a Yandere touch to him while smiling like a sunny boy then he was your guy but he was not a charming, innocent one. " something about your expression tells me that you are spooked over the idea of me stalking you darling" a glint of pleasure dances in his eyes as if he was genuinely interested in that idea " but let me assure you that I neither have the time nor the power to do that, my presence itself is too overwhelming that you can sense me from afar and as for how I know that you have a little passion for painting, the next time you would show Kim your next art piece, do let her know that y

yikes i dont like her. @tayloryourethemuse prob not my place to ask you to shut up but I'm still gonna be impolite and ask u to SHUT UP @cam-era both the camerizer fandom and the muser fandom are crazy. Hella fucking crazy. when the piping tea is gonna get served, a commotion is gonna be created. highkey cant wait. _________

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

Full of resentment, Robert walked out and muttered, "if you don't want to eat, then just wait for father zuo. He will never come, and you will never have ice cream." Robert said angrily, but he noticed that Cupid didn't seem to follow him. He stopped and turned around in confusion. Seeing that Cupid was looking for something under the tap in the kitchen, he blinked his big eyes curiously and came over. "Brother, what are you doing?" "I'm working hard for my ice cream," Cupid said meaningfully. He opened the door with his little hand, and then stood up proudly.

“Here’s your root beer float, hon.” “Thanks.” “Extra whipped cream, just like you asked.” Carter smirked at Macie. “You know how much I like sweet, thick cream.” Heat flashed between her legs. Bad, bad hormones. No. Bad, bad man. “This is pure artistry, Miz Velma. Mmm. Mmm.” “You would know.” Velma cocked her head at Macie. “Carter here is an artist.” “So he says.” The spoon stopped halfway to Carter’s mouth. His blue eyes went as cold as the ice cream in his float. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

"So, do you think there's another way that I can find that scroll?" I asked. Cupid Cherry, who heard my question, immediately closed her eyes tightly. Am I too hard on her? "I've heard something like this before, a Cupid from the South removes his scroll. But, I don't know how he got the scroll back."Cupid Cherry said, opening her eyes. "Who is that Cupid? Take me to him!"I insist. Cupid Cherry immediately curled up at the end of the room. She looks scared.

Carter. *****************************************

My heart raced as I awaited his reaction, hoping he would understand. Cain turned to face me, his expression filled with sympathy and genuine concern. "I’m sorry you haven’t received your wolf yet, Mika," he said softly, stepping closer. The warmth in his voice was comforting, and before I could respond, he enveloped me in a warm hug. His hand found its way to my back, rubbing gently in a soothing gesture that melted some of my worries away. "How about I treat you to a ride on my wolf’s back while you hold the lunch bag?" he suggested with a hopeful smile. The idea sparked a flicker of excitement, and I couldn’t help but beam in return.