Eric Theodore Cartman Novels & Stories

Her gaze was directed at the bulge in the middle of his pants. Eric almost clicked his tongue in his coffee, but still managed to put the cup down in a calm manner. A build-up of heat was punching his gut as he remembered the day in the pool when they were kids. He had mercilessly teased Carina about the changes in her body when Anna snuck up behind him and yanked down her swim trunks. Showing the whole thing to the world, he angrily walked away and pretended the whole scene didn't bother him. However, his memory still ranks it as the most embarrassing moment of his life.

An unfamiliar male voice said. Jamie quickly turned round and saw a man in his twenties. He was 6 feet tall, with dark black hair and grey eyes. He had a hooked beak nose, with a large scare across the left side of his face. He wore a light blue tunic with black trousers, boots and black gloves. His appearance was completed with a ruby drop earring in his right ear. "My name is Jamie and I was just getting some whiskey," Jamie politely explained. "Ahh, I see! Well, my name is Eric and I work here too!" Eric said with a small smile. Queenie started purring and walked over to Eric. She rubbed against his ankles.

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.

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.

To be honest, they had been there before with thoughts of Larry. That brought a moment of silence, then we all laughed. Eric was about five feet nine inches tall with strait blond hair, brown eyes, and a dark tan like Larry. Unlike Larry, he's muscular, but rail thin with each muscle on his frame standing out proudly. His eyes are his outstanding feature, though they always remind me of a content cat, confident and penetrating, brown and slightly slanted. His shoulders were muscled and smooth, his chest well-defined. I could see the wheels turning after he laughed. I could also see the bulge in his trunks. I have to admit, I took a couple short breaths myself. "That's a good idea," Eric said

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

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.

“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

I even forgot to breathe for a moment until Eric's voice snapped me out of my dazed state. "You know you're gonna die if you don't breathe right," Eric said before picking up his shirt and throwing it on. He was wearing blue jeans and a Burgundy t-shirt looking like a freaking panty ripper, Shit! Where did the word panty ripper come from I asked myself as I stood there still watching Eric? Usually, I would have felt so shy and run away the moment Eric catches me staring at him, but today my boldness surprised even me myself as I continued to stand there not moving an inch.

The boy chewed on his tiny lips with a very shy expression as he firmly held his stomach. Eric isn’t good with handling kids. He never imagined being friends with one too. But when he saw that expression on his son, he thought that Eugene was a totally copper (Cu) and tellurium (Te)! Eric was dizzy at the overwhelming cuteness of his son. He could not believe that he, the CEO of Geelq, is vulnerable to cute creatures. Embarrassed, Eugene’s dark brows drooped, and his small, round shoulders slumped down. ‘That’s enough, I lost.’