Eric Theodore Cartman Novels & Stories

Carter nodded, smiling at me as he did, his heartbeat calming down a bit “don’t worry, things would be alright. We just need to be patient and careful right now. We can’t have the elders finding out about the Donatello situation, and we need to make sure that things run as perfectly as we can to not stir anyone around” “Don’t worry about that part, you just be sure to tame the beast up there, and I’ll take care of things out here” Carter teased making me laugh. I shook my head at him, standing on my toes to wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly “we’re lucky to have you around, you know that, right?” “Says the man who was angry with me a few minutes ago” I teased, pulling away from the

Derick answered shyly, lowering his head. “So you still do have a crush on him. Carter is Thirty-seven, have you forgotten?” Arthur raised his eyebrows as he spoke. “And I’m Thirty, okay?? There is not much of a difference!” Derick answered in a low tone, as they both sat on the couch. “Mr. Derick, welcome back.” Carter greeted, giving him a slight bow. Raising his head, his eyes met with Derick’s, and a smile formed on both of their faces. “Thank you, Carter. You look good.” Derick answered nervously.

Vera Eric! This isn’t fucking funny anymore!” I’m beginning to lose my pace, wondering how the hell he’s able to outrun me on a diet of nothing but beer and pizza. Eric has to be one of the most obnoxious men I’ve ever met in my entire life. He’s entitled, juvenile, and selfish. And I’ve been obsessed with him since I got here.

Erik is the cash cow of Gyande Entertainment, Herman Carter naturally hopes to keep him. If it weren't for his helplessness, he wouldn't want to ruin Erik's acting career. At this moment, Herman Carter saw that Edward's tone was so determined, his mind moved, he looked at him and asked, "Tell me about your method." Lance Santiago's face changed when he heard this, and a cold color flashed in his eyes. He also has a few half-red singers under him, as long as Erik is banned, then his resources will be divided by the artists he brings.

A slender man with long wavy chestnut hair and androgynous features was smiling at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. That must be him. “Hey, I'm Easton Carter,” I said, stretching my hand towards him with a smile. “Thank you for feeding my hungry team of idiots.” He laughed and stood, his hand shaking mine. Oh, he belonged on a runway. How did Coach even meet someone like this? “I'm Ericke. The pleasure is all mine. It has been a while since I cooked this much and Simon finally decided to accept my request.” “You begged me too much for it to be called a simple request,” Coach chimed as he joined us.

I looked at him on the pavement with the city behind him and thought about ten years and cardboard boxes and iron gates and a marriage neither of us had agreed to and a baby neither of us had planned and a dead man who had tried to arrange all of it from a hollowed-out desk. "I'll come back out," I said. I walked through the doors of the Meridian alone. Gregor Volkov was at the bar. Older than I'd expected. White haired, thick across the shoulders, a heaviness to him that wasn't just age. He watched me cross the room with eyes that were Viktor's eyes in thirty years and it stopped me for half a second. I sat down across from him. He looked at me for a long moment. "You look like someone who

He always maintained his calm and direct attitude always. Eric looked great standing at her front door. At six foot- four he was everything a sane woman would want in a guy. Great looks, a great job, and he wanted to be married. Kids were always on his mind. He wanted three kids. Always three kids. Plus, he was a dog lover, even Sara liked him must of the time or, so Megan thought.

The tension with Giulia still hung heavy in the air, and I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling that this ice between us would drag on longer than expected. As I sat there, lost in thought, I heard the distant rumble of an engine growing closer. I glanced up just in time to see a sleek black car glide through the gates. My boys waved it in, and I immediately knew who it was. ERIC. The slimy bastard always had a knack for showing up unannounced, especially when he wanted something. Even when he worked under me, he never displayed an ounce of professionalism or wisdom in the business. His announcement of going out to start a cartel was a shock to me. I didn't think he'd last long out there. W

He sounded angry. He had a lot to drink. His mouth reeked of alcohol and weed. His tongue disgustingly slurped my ear, biting its tip and causing me to moan a little. “Before that…” he pulled away, pressing the red cup against my stomach. “Drink,” he ordered. Eric looked like a teenager. A perfect replica of the young Caine. Always believed they could get whatever they wanted because of their charming looks and that they had every girl lying at their command. “I’m not interested,” I pushed the cup away. I turned to leave but the rest of his male friends stood in my way. My wolf growled low in my head, wanting to take them out.

“You are allowing two decent looking men to stay in your home without nothing in return. The least we could do is make you breakfast.” “Try,” Emett said, “The least we could do is try to make you breakfast.” Terry laughed again, as he turned around, revealing a carton of juice. “Pancakes and Juice,” Terry said with a grin. Terry may have been Emett’s older brother, but when I compared the two, Emett looked and acted older. There were some differences between them. For example, Emett was swollen in his chest and arms, appearing very big. He also had these juicy light pink lips that I used to be crazy about. Terry was thinner with thin lips. He had light facial hair, but that didn't help defin