Eric Theodore Cartman Novels & Stories

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.

He heard Eric mutter in another language as he said that. Oh right, Eric is in Thailand. He’s rooming with another person (probably a local from Thailand) instead of him. “Well, you called so I’ve never felt happier,” Anton grinned. Eric is one of his childhood friends. In fact, he’s the only friend whom he’s completely opposite to: Eric was more of an introvert and enjoys programming, Anton on the other hand didn’t understand the concept of it yet he didn’t mind about Eric’s enthusiasm towards his work. Nevertheless, despite their clashing personalities, Eric is the man he could always confide in for anything if he allowed him to.

I won’t stay mad since it’ll only make me look like a kid. “Don’t worry about it, and for Justin. I can see that he was just acting tough,” I said and heard someone snort. I looked at the man who clearly was trying not to lose it. “Sorry about my brother. My name is Kevin Cartson, and this is my younger brother Eric. You see, my brother is trying his best not to laugh at what Justin had just done. What I do, I guess you can say I’m the babysitter of the chaotic group.”

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.

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.

She frowned and then took another drink of her beer. “I bet that you spent your days making voodoo dolls of the Lycan Kings and Queens and stick pins in them!” This came from Eric who also worked in the kitchen. He had a darkness to him and had a rather interesting taste in dark humour. He was funny most of the time but somehow managed to take some of his jokes a little too far.

He gulped his saliva and held Anita's hand saying, "babe although this club is filled with sexy ladies, you are more beautiful and sexier than them, trust me" " Don't trust him sweetheart, he always says this when he sees ladies, like serious Anita I really don't know what you see in this douchebag". Eric laughed and said.. Fred rolled his eyes, hugged Anita tight and pouted his lips at Eric and said" dude don't spoil my babe's mind. Anita laughed at their banter and replied "yeah I know you loved me the most". Kate twitched her lips and giggled saying "babe ya no fun". Eric Anderson who is two minutes older than Fred Anderson are twins. Eric Anderson the CEO of Anderson enterprise is a cold

“He’s a ten but… he kisses his BMW goodnight every night.” Terri chuckled and gestured toward a tall, gangly guy with oversized glasses. “He’s a ten but… he says, ‘That’s all folks!’ after every joke he tells.” We both doubled over in laughter. I pointed at a shorter guy in a bright, colorful sweatshirt. “He’s a ten but… he writes erotic Dora the Explorer fan fiction.” Terri nearly choked on her drink. When she looked up she said, “He’s a ten but… he’s not potty-trained,” motioning toward a guy in JNCO jeans.

“Is there something wrong with my name?” “No... I...” I glance at him over my shoulder. I take in his hard jaw covered in stubble, his wild hair, and his large biceps, bulging against his sleeves. “I expected you to have a more... brutish name. The name Ethan makes me think of a mischievous young boy.” He chuckles. “Believe it or not, I was a mischievous wee lad once.” His eyes glint playfully in the firelight and I can almost imagine it.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.