Cartman X Butters Novels & Stories

He shifts closer, cupping her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Hey," he whispers, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles. "Don’t cry, love. Please." His voice turns softer, almost childlike. "I know you're scared. Hell, I’m scared too... but I swear I’ll take care of you and our pups. You don’t have to worry about anything. I'm good with kids, you know?" He chuckles nervously, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I grew up with a bunch of siblings, and I know how to handle them. Trust me, I’ve got this."

“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.

ball of yarn, unbinds me, laughter crumbles my walls, come undone, unravel me, you’re the only one Lyrics are back. She’s cured my writer’s block. She nudges my shoulder, drawing me from the song forming in my head. A man in a work shirt and dark pants pushes his cart towards us. The front right wheel of the cart squeaks and shakes erratically. “Thanks for coming,” Montana greets politely. “I’m not sure how this happened.” “It happens from time to time,” the man’s gravelly voice responds. “We’ve even created this handy-dandy metal tool to unlock it with.”

“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?”

She was frozen in fear. "You know," Carter said as he grabbed my tank top. He ripped it off me. I thrust my arms into the air to help him. He tossed it to the floor, my black hair spilling around my shoulders. "If you want to be gangbanged, just be bold." "Bold," I said, trembling as he knelt and ripped off my shorts and panties. I gasped as he exposed my shaved pussy. I kept myself nice and bald. I knew that a slut should do that. I heard that from my friend, Mandy.

Anderson finishing tuning and rock’s out. “Killer,” I throw up my hands in a rock out pose and I headbang to his beat making everyone laugh. Everly joins my headbang and Anderson plays it up. His hair makes so much sense as he bangs with us, playing a metal riff. “Enough rockstar, it’s my damn turn,” Carter balls up some paper and throws it at Anderson’s head. Carter got a new skateboard and air brush paints. He look up at his Dad and I, then nodded his head in appricatation. He is not one to show off.

Luis Park bumped into someone. "Ahhhhhh!" He shouted. "Master It's me! Butt!" Butt called. "Butt help me! That crazy old woman is killing me!" Then Butt blocked his way! Then he shouted... "BREAST!" When he shouted this Grandma Owl heard this. "Butt? So you came, my love!" She muttered. "You! I really wanna kill you Breast!" Butt called angrily! Then the two of them was looking at each other. A piercing eyes that killing bent on rays.

I was getting hot at his voice this time. It wasn't what I heard the other day. The Xander here seemed to be different from the one I met; a different person with the same face, and he didn't recognize me. "Then let's see how you will do that." Hutton huffed before taking me to his chair gently. "Is that man over there, Xander?" I asked, glancing back. "You see how he looks? When he would shift into his beast, you would find out how powerful he is. Let's see how you would survive, little witch!" Hutton scoffed, giving a bit of space between us on the chair we sat on.

As we worked on our homework, we chatted and sat together. Knox was wearing a basic black t-shirt, and Curt was wearing a red button-down shirt. Knox was seated across from Curt at our usual table when I went to have dinner. When I realized I would have to sit next to one of them, I grimaced. I settled into the seat next to Knox because Curt appeared more serious and occasionally more frightening than Knox. Knox gave Curt a sly smile, as though he had won a wager. I acted like I didn’t see them and began eating.

He crouched to straighten Adrian's clothes. "Dad, will you make up with her?" Adrian glanced at Lauren. Carter looked over, too. A second later, he frowned. "Your old man isn't going to fall into the same ditch three times." Adrian didn't know what to say. Indeed, it would be the third time. "Behold my cotton candy attack!" Carter's vision suddenly went dark. Then, his face felt hot and sticky. It smelled sweet, too. Lauren kicked him square in the lower back. "And why didn't those falls kill you?"