Cartman Respect My Authority Gif นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Marcus knocked on my door first, giving me a half-second to try to calm myself down, before he opened the door and allowed Carter inside. “Thanks,” Carter said to Marcus, smiling while Marcus glowered at him. That same smile stayed on Carter’s face as he looked at me. At once I recognized that look as smug. “I thought you might want to talk to me, sooner or later. Man to man.” There was nothing about this conversation that would be man to man. Carter wasn’t even an Alpha yet. He was practically just some punk kid. “Sit down, Carter,” I said, irritation seeping into my voice.

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 closed my eyes. "Look at me", Carter ordered, and my eyes were forced open by his command. He reached up and stroked the side of my face as I slowed my riding to a stop. I could feel his dick throb from inside of me. His eyes were filled with lust, but assurance that I was going to be okay.

My bear will have to be patient and wait till she recognizes us. Hearing the door open, both Bram and I stand at attention. “Hey, I am Bram, this is Cormac, Raven, and Marshall we are . . .” “Yes, yes, I know who you all are. Let me start by saying I out rank every one of you, and if I want something, you can trust I will not ask for permission. So, until you can beat me in battle and earn my respect, you are nothing more than her lackeys.”

"As for you Omar, you asked to know what's going on with me and again, I'm not dismissing the fact that you deserve to know. It's just unfortunate that I cannot disclose my condition to you for my personal reasons. What I will tell you is, I will not stop fulfilling my duty as the pack Alpha no matter how many times I may be absent. As long as I keep doing things like I'm supposed to do, I see no other reason why any of you should keep complaining," "Now Ethan, you complain about Adrian, claiming that he disrespects your authority but let me ask you this, do any of you actually respect him? Does he ever come to you and overstep his bounds or are you always going to him and going too far with

“What? I haven’t misheard, have I? Sergeant Larson is back?” “F*ck me! The chief instructor is actually back. That’s awesome! Hah-hah-hah-hah…” “Don’t be fighting with me. I’m going to express my admiration for the chief instructor! His actions in Murica were really impressive. He actually defeated Adam and it feels great! The chief instructor is the pride of our country, hah-hah-hah-hah…” Similar voices could be heard coming from different places in Insurgent Trifecta.

The skin on my stomach was shown when the shirt I was wearing curled up because of his sudden move. “I’m asking you so you should answer!” he said through gritted teeth. I almost laugh when I heard seeking of respect from his tone. “I don’t care what you ask.” I spat on him. His face darkened and a low growl escaped his lips. “You are disrespectful for a bitch.” I smirked and closed my eyes. My chest moved up and down from the heaving of my breathe. He might made my body fragile but not my head. “I pay respect for those worthy of it.”

They are actually getting along! Carter turns to me and whispers in my ear, “Do you think they’d even notice if we left?” I giggle. “Maybe not. But I’m not leaving until I finish my milkshake.” With that, I swipe one of the fries off of his plate and quickly stuff it in my mouth. “And some of your fries, too.” He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulders. For once, I don’t stiffen.

No juvenile showdowns or insults—understood? He growled back, rife with indignation, "They were questioning my authority!" Unmoved, I replied with a cool certainty, "Regardless, refrain from stooping to insults. Guide them, enlighten them—if they're inclined to listen. But forego the glowering and name-calling."

I can't help but go to punch him in the face, but this man taught me that skill, and he knows how to dodge and disarm, and well in this case I nearly did lose my arm. "Now now boy" he spits out, "Didn't anyone teach you manners, like not to disrespect your elders?" I laugh at his response, "Some asshole tried to, but the only people I do respect are living in my house, and you are definitely not one of them, old man" I roll my eyes at the old cretin standing just outside my doorway, and I feel the gun in my back pocket become more prominent.