Eric Theodore Cartman Novels & Stories

They looked all the parts of respectable business men, however it would be safe to say they were everything but. “The guy with the darker hair goes by Eric Turner, he has ties to a few criminal organizations including the Lords of Salem. There is not much backstory for him, orphaned at eight and went through the system until he aged out. No known relatives, he has some sort of record but it’s sealed,” Jonah paused, changing the screen to just a photo of this Eric guy. A close up of his face showed a scar just above his left eye and the effects of being in one too many fights. “He is a skilled fighter, spent years as a muscle for hire before he branched out, then his dealings turned sinister.

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

"I was just telling Ekron about how horrific the turning of Emery was and how it's best not to chance it in front of an entire pack, just in case it goes wrong." "After telling me about Abaddon and what a dick of a father he was, seems we have that in common. We have a lot in common." Ekron smiles warmly, slapping Coal on the shoulder. "Now, best get me mated. We'll chat afterwards." "Come on." Coal leads me to sit down and when I look around, I realise I can't see my friends anywhere. "Where are they?" I link to him.

Eric walked in wearing a black leather jacket, his eyes were bloodshot red, his hair messy but he still managed to make it work. "Babe.. I'm so sorry I'm late, Hi everyone.." He said giving me a kiss on the cheek. I didn't know if he still did these things to fake it or he really meant all these gestures. He reaked of alcohol and cigarettes even though when not close his cologne did the job for him. "No problem, you didn't miss much." Jeremy said. "Except we have to go learn how to horse ride with cowboy here.." Sam added making everyone laugh.

Glad it got canceled though. Eric is a fucking playboy and a jerk. He enjoys making fun of others and frequently taunts them. He is twenty-three years old, the same age as Sofia. He is also in his final year. He has blonde hair, an ear-piercing, and a lower lip piercing. He has light gold eyes, and white smooth skin, he is muscular and very attractive. He is six feet tall, likes to hang out with girls, and isn't serious with any of them. He tried asking me out, but I declined after hearing about his lifestyle. I had a crush on him though, but It crushed me when I found out about how he plays with girls a lot and his intentions towards me, weren't what I expected from him and I don't a stupid

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.

We’re coming up on our tenth one when Debbie faces Eric and me. “You sit here,” Debbie says pointing to the seat up front. Eric nods in agreement. “And when we go downhill you raise your arms up and scream, okay? You have to scream” Debbie tells him like the quality of this day is contingent on this one action. “I will scream,” Eric confirms with just as much seriousness as Debbie. Sure enough, when the tip of the cart begins its descent, Eric raises his arms in the air and lets out a sound somewhere between a scream and a cheer. I stifle a laugh. I’ve never seen this side of Eric, the side that’s trying to let go. We step off the carts and somehow Debbie is still bouncing off the walls aski

The first one resembles—of all things—Santa Claus, complete with a sack of gifts and a decorated base. The second one— I stiffen. It looks just like Elijah. Or at least, it used to. Now, it’s defaced—stained with dried food and splashes of wine, as if people have thrown things at it in disgust. What the hell…? Before I can ask, Elijah’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “Welcome to my pack,” he says smoothly. “You’re going to love it here.” I barely have time to process his words before something slams against the car.

Carter watched with disgust as Eric celebrated his win by taking a huge bite out of the raw, bloody steak, chewing like an animal. Eric seemed to realize Carter was staring at him and grinned. “Do you want some?” Carter made a face and shook his head, “No, thank you. I don’t ant to get food poisoning, Eric. You have fun though.” Then he set his controller down and watched the other man’s hands, waiting for the perfect moment of distraction that never seemed to come. He’d been trying to get those keys out of Eric’s pocket for the past two hours and had absolutely nothing to show for it.

~I don’t understand why I am unable to hate you~ -Luna Svyatoyvich SELENA’S POV “Boss Svyatoyvich is home now and would love to see you” Luther informed. “Okay… Lead me to him” I said So, Eric was the gang leader of The Infernos? Through out the time we dated, he never disclosed that fact apart from he was in a gang and I shouldn’t ask questions about the gang. Eric was more of an insanely cute, light skinned with hazel eyes, Computer geek kind of guy. With a nice body build.