Eric Theodore Cartman Novels & Stories

"Yes ma'am. Charlie Cox, popularly known as Red Bull. He's a Mafia and also serves as a broker." Erin's fists tightened. She did know there was something off about the guy. Yes, he was dressed corporately but didn't act corporately. He never even mentioned the name of his company. He was chewing gum and his voice came out thick and erratic. Like he was a smoke addict. "Find out the jerk who set me up with a criminal!" She stood up to leave and then almost bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry." She apologised before looking up to see who it was.

"A connection with that insufferable boy? You're not making me feel better, Beth." Beth parked the truck in front of their house and sighed, turning to Lauren and holding her hand "Remember when you first met Eric in middle school? Remember how he stood up to your bullies, even tried to punch one of them on your behalf?" Lauren chuckled as she remembered, still slumped in her seat "He got his front tooth knocked out in a fight that day. They called him Eric McToothless for the rest of the year." "And yet, he followed you around like a service dog, even till this day." Beth said "Determination like that is hard to see in a twelve-year old. He was like a stubborn old goat."

Apollo returning back to his seat. “They really look alike. We can’t blame their parents for not being able to tell them apart… Just like mirroring and photocopying things then…” uttered Mr. Darrel de la Croix smiling in his bit relaxing fashion. “I’m Erito Ricky… Nice to meet you, Mr. Darrel…” said Eriwan stretching out his hand and shaking Mr. Darrel de la Croix’s hand. “I’m Eriwan Rocky… Nice to meet you, Mr. Darrel…” said Erito also doing the same thing as his elder brother had done.

Teachers. But not the one person he was looking for. He frowned. "...He's probably running late." Eric Carter was known for many things. Top student. Basketball captain. Student council vice president. But if there was one thing everyone agreed on, it was that Eric was never late. Lucas shook the thought from his head and continued toward the classroom. As he passed the basketball court, several players were gathered together instead of warming up. "Have you seen Captain?" "No." "He isn't answering his phone."

I shouted before shifting my eyes to Serena, who was biting her lower lip, stifling a grin. Making a gesture of shooing a cat, I humbly send Serena away. "You should go, now." Rolling her eyes on me, she stood up and made a snobbish hum. "Just be sure that this will end well," she said before vanishing in the air. Turning the faucet off, I opened the door and gasped at the sight waiting for me. Eric stands by the door with his shirt on but unbuttoned. His pants are loose and showing off the garter of his Calvin Klein boxers. His hair is still neatly brushed and the lust in his eyes is evident.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

The odds that someone he knew could see him with Tony and run to tell his folks were much too high to chance. When they got to the food court, Dillon stopped short. Over by the Subway was Tyler, along with a couple of his buddies. One of them was quite tall, at least six foot two, and Dillon recognized him as Eric Shippen from school by his skateboard with a skull on it. The other, Justice Becklam, a pretty new 'thug' that had infected his class at the start of that school year. Both were in his grade and hung around Tyler more than he preferred. All three of them had their skateboards, dressed for warmth in hoodies and sweats.

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.

Tom knew he might be the first to speak aloud on their deck---this didn't feel as if it were going to be a positive accolade to achieve. Footsteps caught Tom's attention. "You are Tom Smith of Records?" Tom couldn't place the Zen speaking to him. He felt strangely relieved to have been spoken to before having to speak. It was almost as if he were being spared the insult himself. There were going to be plenty of opportunities for Tom to break tradition among their people; he would welcome any chance to shrug that dubious honor off. "I am. My apologies---you are?" The man blushed lightly, "I am Scientist Eric. I specialize in bloodlines. I spend most of my time in Science. Don't apologize for

Eric stated "No one has ever defeated him. He is none like others. He is a breed of an almost extinct wolf-like animal. My father used to be the strongest not until the prophecy came and my father tried to kill the boy and got killed by Derrick. I've hated and feared him." Derrick wailed "When I learned that he had separated himself from his family, I began plotting ways to get rid of his son and accomplish my father's goal to secure our name." He added "So what?" Greeta asked