Eric Theodore Cartman Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Like what?” “Well... I know they like to wander around naked a lot.” Ethan laughs. “They’re horribly inappropriate. And they like to sniff people all the time.” He laughs louder. “They’re always fighting and brawling, and they listen to incredibly screechy music despite their very good sense of hearing. And some of them, like humans, are not very pleasant. But some... Some are gentle and kind and funny and caring. Some are good men.” The smile dies from his lips, an intensity crossing his features. The tangle of nerves in my stomach starts to tighten once more.

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

Dr Tommy dropped the box containing the medical supplies on the table and said softly, "I was supposed to not get involved in the Happy Hill pub, but looking at the cleaner boy, I suddenly remembered someone!" "A person? Who is that person?" Eric asked curiously. "It's you!" -Dr Tommy said that then waved his hand, "No! It was you from many years ago! Eric, you were such an innocent boy!" When Eric heard that, the atheist leaned back in his chair. Right! He used to be an innocent, pure person like Terry, sometimes even more so. But after setting foot in this Happy Hill pub, a sincere, gentle person in the past can also become a fox and can do whatever he wants without fear of anyone blocking

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.

I grab him by his shirt collar. "She, my mate Erik, I-" I cut him off by pulling him into a hug. He instantly relaxed. Still nervous as I patted his back. "I'm happy for you both." I laugh before letting him go. Cassie laughed behind me as she watched the whole exchange. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. "For a head-warrior, he's kind of a bitch." Creed laughed, making me laugh with him.

Eric felt he was somehow the cause of all the bad things that had been happening in town lately. As he grabbed his usual table in the corner, he noted with great satisfaction that he was probably going to be spared any of his compadres’ company. It appeared that everyone had gone home already. He ordered a plate of carnitas tacos, a Corona, and kicked back to relax in the cool air of the bar. Then he saw him. Tom. The new recruit ambling his way out of the john, looking fine and sexy in his jeans and a form-fitting tee. Dang.

He doesn't look like he's ever liked anyone in his stuck-up life. 'What's wrong with this clown?' Even Ivar who is meeting him for the first time sensed he's a stuck-up nitwit when he interrupts my thoughts to ask through our mind link. 'Search me!' I reply. 'He walks and acts like he was born with a rod shoved deep into his ass; If I ever look like that guys, shoot me, please!' I say Eric suddenly burst out laughing "What the fuck man!" He says out loud while laughing at the same time, making me wonder if he had forgotten we were talking through the mind link.

All he could do was to nurse his resentment against the shining boy who had it all, but now that he had the chance to finally even things out, he took it with excitement. Zayn gave him an unimpressed glance. “Are you gloating over it, Eric Cartman?” The corner of “Eric Cartman’s” lips twitched. Real name Carl Mann, he had been saddled with the unfortunate nickname due to his weight, which became the darkest part of his history at school. Ever since he graduated and became a CEO of his own company, no one had ever called Carl by that unsavory name again—until today. It pissed him off.

“I could see it. He is a self-centered person, arrogant and defiant. He never puts others first. He thinks that he is the king of the universe. He has a fierce temper, and he is extremely conceited. Anyone who dares to provoke him is severely punished. This is why he has no friends. He has lovers, but nobody loves him. And his lovers are not really lovers, are they? They are ra*e victims!” The car went silent, and it took a while for Crystal to formulate a response. Finally, she said, “How do you know him so well?” He knew him even better than she did. “Actually, I know everyone,” Eric explained. “I was born with a unique insight into human nature. I also took psychology as an elective.” Tha

Eric stated clearly, even though he has found the truth behind his mom's death, he still can't get over the fact that Williams killed her right in front of him like she was nothing. Making a deal with Theo who was only a teen years back doesn't justify the evil he did, Theo didn't know any better yet he lured him into being an accomplice to a murder his son committed he sees Williams as such a big coward so he intended on keeping the hatred he has for Williams just the same way it has ever been. “I guess you didn't believe me when I said I killed you…”.