Cupid Eric Cartman Novels & Stories

"You never take anyone home," Eric stated, "Not even saying it as a joke, honey, you're still a virgin." Eric was one of my closest friends, whom I met back in middle school. We bonded over ditching class and getting drunk in empty parks. Sometimes, we sneaked into our homes while our parents were away at work and smoked their stash. Eric was tall and athletic, his copper skin with tattoos accentuating his muscles. His slanted eyes were beautifully angled, and his voice was soft and smooth, almost hypnotic. His thick, dark brown hair was slightly wavy and long enough to tuck behind his ears.

But I was sure what I saw was pure passion. And the cartel? Smuggling? I had spent months sleeping in the same bed as this guy, and I had no idea who he actually was. He wasn't just a cheating jerk, he was a criminal. I hit the video call button for Erica before I could talk myself out of it. She picked up on the second ring, her face filling the screen. She looked like she was in the middle of a party, the lights behind her blurring into neon streaks. "Well, look who decided to talk to me," she said, leaning into the camera.

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.

Stay brave. I loved you and I am sorry, Eric 2 Cups of Caramel Macchiato Eric: Hello, Eric: How are you? Eric: Why did you draw a big map? Irina: A map? Eric: Yes, map, in Call of Duty. Irina: Oh, I’m sorry. That wasn’t me, maybe that was Mallory. Eric: Oh, Irina: She is also using my F******k account on her mobile phone. I don’t play games.

These were the moments that cemented the reality of our love story, the quiet, everyday instances that proved it wasn't just a fleeting infatuation, but a deep, abiding connection that permeated every aspect of our lives. One particular evening, we found ourselves at a school fundraiser, a somewhat drab affair held in the gymnasium. While most of our peers gravitated towards the more boisterous activities, Earnest and I found ourselves drawn to a quiet corner, where a small, impromptu acoustic guitar performance was taking place. We sat on the floor, our knees touching, our heads leaning against the cool cinder block wall. As the musician strummed a melancholic melody, Earnest turned to me,

Cupid was looking through the list of names in the chat room. He was glancing back and forth at a magic camera screen. He watched as Amy and Eli disappeared into her apartment, lips locked together. "Well, I do not think I will need to worry about them any longer" as he felt the mark of fate disappear as the new lines of fate were sealed. Cupid was watching the chat room now, sending the camera on Amy away. He was not a voyer, at least not today. He went back to sipping his small fruity drink that was inside a cut open coconut.

the four band mates said in unison. Eric stomped up the front bus stairs. “Here,” he said, thrusting a ticket at the blonde girl. “Enjoy.” He squeezed his lithe form between his band mates to stare at Sed, who was wiping the last traces of shaving cream onto a towel. “Don’t ask me to be your errand boy again, Lionheart.” Sed chuckled. “You know you’ll do what I ask, Eric. No one else indulges your bizarre fetishes.” Eric glanced behind him at the other guys. “Yeah, well, maybe I’m tired of watching you get laid.”

Wondering if he had found something, Claude stood up, leaning up to see what it was he was holding. In the process, her body brushed his and she felt the mate pull again, stronger than ever. She wanted to ignore it but how could she? Why should she? She knew Eric liked her and Eric actually cared for her unlike Denver who was even dating someone else. So, pushing all other thought away, she pulled him to her by his arm and pressed her lips to his.

Sighing exasperatedly, Stacey looked at Courtney as she said: "I know…. And I hate me for that, but if I…." The squeaking sound of the door opening stopped Stacey's sentence. She glanced up to see Eric with three non alcoholic sodas on his hands. "What were you guys talking about?" Eric asked. "Nothing," Courtney replied nonchalantly, blushing at the sight of Eric who was handsome. And a famous celebrity. Handing the girls the sodas, Eric smiled as he said. "Here…. I know they look like ordinary sodas, but they are not ordinary, these are Eric soda's!" Eric said smugly.