Kyle Stan Cartman Kenny Novels & Stories

“Who exactly are you, sir?” “Again with the sir?” Kyle asked, his tone too flat for Hana to figure out his mood. He slipped his hands into his pockets, standing straighther to show the height difference between them. Hana didn’t mean to offend him, but before she could apologise, he continued, “Who am I? Kyle. And yes, I have an assistant. She makes life easier.”

"Is there a problem here?" Kyle.

“The fear was real. But so was our faith. And Kenneth… Kenneth was stronger than all of it. He beat the odds.” “Kenneth grew up fighting asthma, always wheezing after the smallest run. And now look at him. He’s healthier than a horse. Made up for his small birth weight by turning into pure muscle,” Kyle smiled. “Sometimes, I think he trained so hard just to prove he could be stronger than me,” he joked, drawing soft laughter from the crowd. “And I’ll admit it, he is. He really is. He’s far better than me in many ways.” “And I will only admit that my sons are better than me,” he added. “I’m sorry, nephews.”

"No, unle 'yle," "No, Shaylie. Uncle Kyle got a new mate," said Daxton, their oldest. He is six years old and the exact copy of Duncan, who's the exact copy of my Dad when he was younger. Deep brown curly hair with hazel eyes. Daxton was born with the Alpha Strong mark as well.

He was quick to answer, trying to rile her up and annoy her. K rolled her eyes and gave him a menacing, death stare. "Kristen is what my mom, my nana, my pop-pop and everybody else calls me." She made clear, tapping her index finger on the tip of his perfect nose. "And unless you want to be a part of the everybody else group, you better stop calling me Kristen. I'm K. Jesse's K. Your K." She stressed enough, making Jesse smile. "Yes, ma'am." He faked a Southern accent.

Which was pretty much on brand for the poor guy. “It’s okay, Zac. Listen, we’re here about Kyle, we need to trap him with your 2008 limited edition Troy Bolton card,” Carl says. “Yeah, and if you guys wouldn’t mind hurrying up, me and Kevin have a hot date tonight at Slurps and I don’t wanna be late for my favorite side hoe,” Dave says while checking his bank account on his phone. Just as he expected, he would be low key broke for the next three years.

Zayn spoke and the kid who had taken the last bite from the table swallowed before answering. "Kyle. My name's Kyle." "And how old are you?" "Eight." Will's eyes widened in shock, he really shouldn't be judging a book by its cover. He looked younger than that. "No one's buying that Kiddo, fess up, how are old are you?" Will glanced up at Zayn. What made Zayn think he was lying? "Alright you caught me, I'm seven." Kyle said and Zayn gave him a look that still said he wasn't buying it. "Ugh, fine, I'll be six by October so what does it matter?"

Since they share the same plan and goal, the anti- Slyvester faction was formed, so they meet often. "Hey Vincent, how did you know that Slyvester entered Ryan’s room?" Chaylen asked. "When I was about to go up the stairs, my eyes caught Slyvester’s feet," Vincent answered. "Feet? Wow. You beat Mister Kyle," commented Chaylen. Kyle immediately looked at him. "I?" Kyle pointed to himself. Chaylen shook his head while chuckling. "Another Kyle. The Kyle on the discovery channel who was known for his sharp eyes.” "Ahhh, the Actor Kyle?"

His voice is tight, showing that he is annoyed at their lateness. Kieran scoffs before he snatches the drink from Kyle and says, “Come on, bro. Say what you have to say. I don’t have much time. I’ve got to get back to mother’s ceremony.” Kyle smacks his own forehead and shifts his gaze to Kade, who, on the other hand, has his hands inside his own pocket, looking at the both of them. “All right. Fine. I know you guys would think that I’m crazy...” “Hm-mh.” Answers Kieran. He has never been the calming one.

Carter teased with a smile. "Yes, I've been sleeping well lately. On the contrary, Kyle, stayed up all night last night because he had to have an operation, he just went back to his room to go to bed, his eyes are all bloodshot, and it's really hard to be a doctor." Cathy was a little worried as she and Carter talked about Kyle. "It's okay, Kyle chose his path, he's happy! Don't worry too much, Kyle knows the score and won't let himself get sick, he's very careful about that." Carter walked over to the seat next to Cathy and sat down, smiling and reassuring Cathy.