Cartman Respect My Authority Gif Novels & Stories

I walked up to him and said, “You should stop skipping Professor Neal’s class. It’s mandatory.” He barely looked at me. “Got it.” I frowned. “I’m serious. Keep doing it and…” He cut me off with a lazy grin. “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t be so serious, glasses girl.” I felt my jaw clench. He tilted his head and added, “You do know I’m the strongest Alpha in the country, right? Everyone here respects me. You don't get to talk to me like that.” I crossed my arms. “Not everyone respects you.”

I asked, smirking as I looked down at him. His face was red, either from pain or embarrassment—perhaps both. His eyes glared at me, and just as I started to wonder if I had gone too far, he chuckled. “I surrender,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. I got up from the ground, extending a hand to help him up. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then took it. “I don’t respect a lot of people or remember a lot of names,” he muttered, brushing dirt off his pants. “But you got my respect, Adelaide.”

I say sheepishly. “You do that,” his gaze feels worse than public scrutiny, "By the way, Miss Marino." “Sir?” “Don’t ever let anyone question your authority like that again. If they disrespect you, they are disrespecting me, so never let disrespect slide like that.” Is he worried about me? The question I could ask without an answer was, “Yes sir, it will not happen again.” “Good” he hums. I turned to leave, but I was stopped by Adriene, who was back.

The kind that didn’t roar, but waited for you to come close enough before it swallowed you whole. “You think I need your permission to silence a rumor?” he asked, his tone low, almost amused. “You think your tears or your loyalty mean anything to me, Miss Carter? I was only trying to be generous but you didn't even appreciate it.” I tried to hold his gaze, but it was impossible. The man radiated authority cold and unyielding, the kind that made your knees want to buckle even when you hated yourself for it. “I’m not here to beg,” I managed, but my voice betrayed me, trembling like the rest of me.

the Elders who were against him rebuked him for saying such sentence. Max hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously, but his eyes were as cold as ice as he looked at the Elders who opposed him. He opened his mouth and said politely and distantly, “I respect you, Elders, for your contributions to the pack over the years, but, as I have told you this many times over the years, as the Alpha of the Silentmane Canines Pack, I have the right to hold one hundred percent authority over any order!”

“Say, Hoot? It occurs to me we know so little about you…” “And we’re gonna keep it that way.” He seemed immovable. Still, I had to push my luck. “Yes, but we’re—” “And we’re gonna keep it that way,” he repeated icily. I closed my mouth. “Yes, sir.” Hoot snorted. “Ain’t nobody ‘sir’d’ me in a hunnert years.” “They should. It’s a sign of respect,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Nothing I had said was funny in any way. Then he gave me a hideous grin and snorted. “You want to go and get yourself killed, huh?” I was startled. Then I realised Chris must have sent him. But how had Chris guessed I would try to go to the city? Or had this man been the one Chris sent to keep watch over me? I took a deep breath and said, word by word, “As your Luna, you should obey me. Step aside.” “I only respect strength. If you can beat me, then I’ll let you pass,” he retorted calmly.

“You should know exactly who the fuck I am because I run this territory, and you’re passing through it, unauthorized.” “Means ya didn’t ask permission,” says the first man who had put his foot on me. “I know what it means,” I say. “Oh, Mister Smarty Pants thinks he’s better than us!” hollers the first man. “Just ‘cause we didn’t have no ritzy school to go to don’t mean you’re better than us!”

My chest felt too tight. “You have no pack instincts,” Elder Marcos added, his voice as bored as if he were discussing the weather. “No knowledge of our customs, our hierarchy. No bond with the wolves you claim you will lead.” He barely even looked at me. “Tell me, how do you intend to command respect when you are an outsider?” My heart slammed against my ribs. “I can earn it,” I shot back. A chuckle. Low. Dismissive. Kian just sighed, shaking his head like I was a stubborn child. “Respect is earned through strength.”