Eric Cartman Rap Novels & Stories

“Yeah, but you’re a fucking nerd and a freak of nature.” “It just takes a little time management, dude,” I smirked with a shrug. “A little time management,” he scoffed. “Bro, if the guys knew their Icy captain was such a nerdy dork who reads fucking lit at midnight, they’d lose their minds. I kicked his shin lightly. “You call me that again and I’ll make you do suicides for an hour straight next practice.” Jaxon only grinned in response. “Oh no, the nerd is gonna make me run. I’m shaking in my skates.”

Vincent claps back immediatly making us all laugh, not many people had the balls to say anything to drake so to see someone do it so easily was funny “Your such a dick, i was thinking that if you guys would like your welcome to stay at the pack, and maybe even take the job of training caden and baylee, im afraid that marten may try track you down and retaliate after all of this, it will be safer for you on my pack lands” “We will do it” Caron squeaks excitidly, marten frowns turning to her “Caron hang your horses” “No marten, i want to work with the kids and lilly, please please please please please! It will be so much fun”

He has the right to question my intelligence just because I am human or don't bother to show interest in him. Before I recite the insults I learned from the teenage hunters, I whine about my wrists and the pain in my arms. Luckily, he has some humanity in him, and the beast reaches for the key to unlock the cuffs. When I say I saw heaven once he freed me from those things, I am not exaggerating. I enjoy the freedom for a while and then look up at the grinning monster. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, and I mimic the same stance. I clear my throat, as men usually do, and lick my lips. "Oh, you want something more original, Hippo-Twatamus? Cuntasaurus? Twatwaffle? Pussysaurus-Rex? Or

Carter says coming up behing me and kissing my cheek. " Thanks bro. Where's your little chippy?" I asked. " Back at our pack. We're still getting settled in and she thinks that you hate her." Carter says. And I started laughing. " That's because I do. She's a stuck up snob." I say. " Please don't say that to her?" He asked. " I haven't yet, have I?" I asked. " I guess not. But that doesn't mean you won't." He says.

He can fight the man, that's already given because he's part of the mafia and they were trained well so they can protect themselves even without any weapon but he's afraid that the man has something that could kill him. "Rain rain go away, come again another day. Little children want to play. Rain, rain, go away..." the man started singing in a low tone of voice that send a shiver down his spine and give him goosebumps. "W-Who are you?" Carter asked. "Rain rain go away, come again another day. Little children want to play. Rain, rain, go away..." Instead of answering, he continue singing and as he kept chanting that nursery song the more it becomes creepy to Carter's ears.

This was the sound of his homies cornering that son of a b*tch and mopping the floor with his *ss! He clenched his fists and chucked his cigarette butt to the ground. “Big f*cking surprise, isn’t it, Xavier?! You didn’t expect me to have friends in the underworld, did you? Ha! F*ck you. I’m gonna show you the price of affronting Charlie f*cking Larson!”

They were wheezing like they had asthma. “And I didn’t know she could cuss like that either,” Goldman chuckled. “She had said, my motherfuckin’ god. That sounded like fuckin’ wood splitting you nasty ass, son of a bitch. What in the name of all things holy in heaven and hell have you been eating you rotten, funky bastard?” Their bodies were trembling on the stools from keeping their laughter down. Carter had tears in his eyes.

Derick explained. “But that’s unfair to my brother,” Carter muttered sadly, closing the gap between them. “Can we please stop talking about this?” Derick pouted, causing Carter to smile. “And talk about what?” “What we were going to do before,” Derick answered, playfully smacking Carter’s b*tts, making him moan. “Let’s go,” Carter muttered, biting his lower lip. *** “Do we need to throw a party?” Arthur mumbled tiredly. The whole process he was forced to go through was beginning to stress him out.

However, it did nothing to mask his sleazy demeanor and the greasiness on his face; it only made him look comical, like a clown. Lily couldn't help herself. "Didn't you say you weren't coming?!" "I heard you were going to invite me to dance and confess your feelings," Cartman said with a lecherous grin, his eyes filled with sleaze, taking shamelessness to new heights. Lily: !!! She had been far too naive in her thinking. Cartman, a shameless and lecherous man, couldn't care less about what others thought of him. As his words hung in the air, laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd.

God, I’m an idiot. -------- As I enter the band room, I walk past Carter and a group of his friends. He is so freaking hot. The height of 90s fashion with his short, dark russet hair gelled to the side, a white “A”-shirt under an unbuttoned blue and white checked shirt and JNCO jeans. He’s tall, 6 feet. Making him 6 inches taller than me. Carter is lean, with a muscular build from track and tennis. His slate gray eyes shine as he laughs at a joke that Patrick (dickhead) made. I can smell his cologne as I start to pass the group to get to the instrument room. *Fuuu-uuuck* this guy just did it for me.