Cartman Eric Novels & Stories

~I don’t understand why I am unable to hate you~ -Luna Svyatoyvich SELENA’S POV “Boss Svyatoyvich is home now and would love to see you” Luther informed. “Okay… Lead me to him” I said So, Eric was the gang leader of The Infernos? Through out the time we dated, he never disclosed that fact apart from he was in a gang and I shouldn’t ask questions about the gang. Eric was more of an insanely cute, light skinned with hazel eyes, Computer geek kind of guy. With a nice body build.

At that moment, the opposite door opened. Eric stood in the doorway with a walking cane. He was tall and upright. The hair on his forehead was slightly messy. Besides his slightly pale face, he looked like a healthy person. His eyes were pensive and charming as he opened his thin lips. “Why haven’t you guys rested yet?” Toto cheerfully came out of Nicole’s room.

Summer "I emailed you the seating arrangements." Eric Holcomb's deep, penetrating voice boomed over the phone. I leaned back in the computer chair upstairs in my studio-slash-office, pulling up the attachment. Eric was the director at Charlotte's downtown art museum and we were going over the last of the preliminaries for my benefit. This was my fifth year working with him. Eric was a handsome man in his early forties and as hospitable as he was gay. His life mate, Edward, was an accountant at the same firm as my friend Rick.

They looked all the parts of respectable business men, however it would be safe to say they were everything but. “The guy with the darker hair goes by Eric Turner, he has ties to a few criminal organizations including the Lords of Salem. There is not much backstory for him, orphaned at eight and went through the system until he aged out. No known relatives, he has some sort of record but it’s sealed,” Jonah paused, changing the screen to just a photo of this Eric guy. A close up of his face showed a scar just above his left eye and the effects of being in one too many fights. “He is a skilled fighter, spent years as a muscle for hire before he branched out, then his dealings turned sinister.

Rohan smirked, nodding back to the building where the cameras were positioned. “Let me go…faggot.” Eric tried to sound tough, but the pain in his face was clear. “Wrong answer.” Rohan shook his head, bent Eric’s arm up and behind him this time, and swiped a foot under his legs, forcing Eric face-first into the sidewalk.

She frowned and then took another drink of her beer. “I bet that you spent your days making voodoo dolls of the Lycan Kings and Queens and stick pins in them!” This came from Eric who also worked in the kitchen. He had a darkness to him and had a rather interesting taste in dark humour. He was funny most of the time but somehow managed to take some of his jokes a little too far.

Damien didn't speak, instead, he pulled out a gun, turning it around and examining it, a crude expression on his face. His right-hand man, Eric, stepped forward. Unlike his boss, Eric is also active and very talkative in this kind of moment when it comes to cleaning up filth like this. "Take a guess," Eric said coolly, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t long before two other people joined the frame; one was Amelia, and the other was Eric, who walked into the camera frame of Mom's laptop. And the moment I saw Eric, some kind of guilt washed over me. "Hey little guy,” Eric said to Ryan, who waved back excitedly. "Hey Uncle Eric, Granny Amelia!” Ryan says, "I've been a good boy like you said, and I got ice cream for it!" He tells Eric, and I knew for sure the conversation would bring in Rowan soon enough. So I quickly moved away from Ryan, telling him to continue watching the cartoon. Ok, I had gone with Amelia to talk about something, leaving me and Eric to talk.

We’re coming up on our tenth one when Debbie faces Eric and me. “You sit here,” Debbie says pointing to the seat up front. Eric nods in agreement. “And when we go downhill you raise your arms up and scream, okay? You have to scream” Debbie tells him like the quality of this day is contingent on this one action. “I will scream,” Eric confirms with just as much seriousness as Debbie. Sure enough, when the tip of the cart begins its descent, Eric raises his arms in the air and lets out a sound somewhere between a scream and a cheer. I stifle a laugh. I’ve never seen this side of Eric, the side that’s trying to let go. We step off the carts and somehow Debbie is still bouncing off the walls aski

The towel was almost falling off because he was not trying hard to put it in place. 'Like what you see?' Eric grinned at me wickedly. Eric was a handsome man. He had the six packs from exercise and a face to kill for his smile was beautiful. Any woman would easily drop their pants for him. Any woman but me. 'No,' I answered his question.