Novel & Cerita Eric Theodore Cartman

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.

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.

"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.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

Jason asked "I'm good, I'm good. How is everything with you JW? It's been centuries since I last saw you. Dope man. You look so cool..." he checked Jason out. "I'm not letting you leave with this boot man." he added, biting on his bottom lip. "Hahaha.. Thanks man. Yo! DC, this is my girl, Emily" I stood from the couch to reach his hand. "Hi, nice to meet you Emily. I'm Derick. Derick Cartel." he cleared his throat as he shook my hand with a radiant smile on his face.

before slamming back in, and I'd come so hard my vision had whited out. Eric was forty-nine, built like he still played college ball even though those days were twenty-five years gone. Owned a chain of gyms across the city. He was the fun one—always grinning, always cracking jokes, always making me laugh even when I was on my knees with his cock down my throat. But his degradation hit different because it came wrapped in genuine affection. He'd stroke my hair and call me a "perfect little cumslut" in the same breath. Tell me I was "such a good girl for taking it so well" right after making me gag until tears streamed down my face.

Kurt never thought that the Cartwrights would be so easily fooled. He thought that anyone who dared to trick the Cartwrights would end up with a fate worse than death! But… the events unfolding in front of him right now didn't make sense at all! Of course, Kurt wasn't convinced. He hastily reached up and pointed at himself. "It's me, Clement, me! I'm Timothy Donnel's son, Kurt Donnel. We just met a few days ago at the entertainment complex."

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.”

All these news were hard to digest. ”By any chance,” Carter started, looking towards Eric, “do you know the name of the guy who did all of these?” Eric scrunched his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. “I am not sure...Simon haven’t really used his name but I think I heard him call the guy Jason.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Tall and well-built with brown eyes and blond hair with a scar splitting one of his eyebrows?” I asked. “Yeah. So you know him?” I nodded. “He was in the same football team as me and Carter. Still is.”

But as I reach down, my jaw almost drops. It's not Eren. It's an unknown guy around Eren's age with a brown quiff hairstyle who is watching the television with a packet of chips in his hands. I was on the point to faint but then I realise that he is maybe one of Eren's friend. I clear my throat which makes his gaze darts to me rapidly, his emerald-green eyes wide. Nervously, he straightens himself on the sofa and smiles quite guiltily. "Hey." He crunches on a chips.