Kyle X Cartman Novels & Stories

I prove him wrong when I sit upright on the tub and take in a deep breath. Kyle laughs nervously. "You scared the shit out of me!" "What? I played you in your own game?" I say sarcastically as I laugh. I know I should be mad at him for trying to drown me in a silly 'game.' But I'm laughing. I think I'm finally starting to understand Kyle and his stupid dark sense of humour rather than getting paranoid for the petty things he does sometimes. I step out of the tub and watch as he salivates on my pointed nipples that poke out of the wet faded shirt.

I asked under my breath. “As twisted as that might sound, yes, but Kyle heals ten times faster than the rest of us, so Ronald knew what he was doing,” Katie answered. As Ronald fell on his back and Kyle raised his wooden sword, I asked Katie nervously, “But why does it seem like Kyle is angry and ready to hurt Ronald back?” Katie smiled, “Like I said, Kyle knows everyone. He knows that if he doesn’t make Ronald understand that he is hurting as well, Ronald will keep acting out. Plus, they are Alpha males; proving his strength to his stubborn little brother is very important to his ego.”

' she called out in an encouragement. Kyle was so tall and huge that he towered over both her and the Tiffex. Suzanne gulped. 'Suzanne....,' the Tifex nodded at where she ought to be standing, a bit closer to facing Kyle. She chuckled nervously as she wiped her palms against her thighs. 'Right.' She moved to where she ought to have stood. Kyle looked rather smug. He could crush her within seconds. 'And...,' The Tifex raised up his flag.

’ Kyle rubbed at the black, thick, spiked bracelet on his left arm then abruptly announced, “Alright, tours over. Sorry, no refunds, returns or exchanges. No, not even for terrible service. Take your complaints to Rachel’s Reviews and let nature take its course. We accept tips in the form of life advice. Any to impart before we conclude?” It took me a second to put together a thought in my head to respond to all that, “Drugs are bad, m’kay?” I finally offered, quoting Mr. Mackey from South Park. “Good one,” Kyle simply said. The bell rang and we walked the rest of the hallway to Ms. Del Rios’. We stood out front as other people started to gather. “Oh,” Kyle remembered, “I almost forgot. Did

I asked, and he nodded with a deep sigh. "Xavier will be coming after us for trapping his son!" He muttered under his breath and I shut my eyes in fear and anger, cursing that unknown person who betrayed us by releasing Xander. If only I could find that person, Kyle's POV I couldn't help jumping and squealing in great joy as I walked into my room. I stood in front of the mirror watching as my eyes glistened and dropped tears. Those were tears of joy and happiness. Endless joy surged through me in a rush. I was just too happy to even talk. My heartbeat was so fast and loud...

God, he pisses me off. I move over to sit beside Katie, who pulls me to her. “My love!” “Katie!” I exclaim back at her. “Who's cuter? Jacob or Kyle?” She whispers in my ear. I am surprised at her words, looking between the two of them. Kyle is tall, blonde and looks like the star of every movie you see about a high school quarterback, where as Jacob looks like one of those boys you'd find in a country music video or at the rodeo. He gives me a Jake Owen vibe. Both are extremely good looking. But neither of them have a thing on Wyatt.

They were not expecting Kyle to know anything about their world, so his detailed knowledge of everything is shocking. "What? How do you know so much about us?" Hera asked dumbfounded. While Neil pulled out his gun and pointed it at Kyle. He gently urged Hera to move away from Kyle. But she simply looked at her friend with shock. She is sure that Kyle will not hurt her. "Who are you? How do you know so much about us?" Neil demanded. But Kyle is looking at Hera with a hint of admiration. "Hello Hera, let me properly introduce myself. This time, my true self. I am Kyle, Kyle Carter. Younger brother of Reed Carter. A friend of your beloved fiancee, Matteo Gonsalves" he said and extending his han

A part of me wants to feel bad about the way I spoke, but I don't care enough to be sorry. "Right. You can go," I tell him, watching the way he snaps up from his seat instantly at my words. For a human, he was sure good at listening to my orders. Kyle pushes through the door just as Carter is leaving, and he scans him head to toe with a disgusted glance that I can see doesn't go unnoticed by Carter. "Excuse me," Carter says quietly, bringing his eyes to the floor while pushing past him. Kyle is a big guy, standing at least a few inches taller than Carter, and he is clearly stronger, so I don't blame him for choosing the non-confrontational method.

Whispers rippled. “That’s Dominic. Yeah, the gay one. Out and proud now.” He ignored it, grabbing a whiskey at the bar. The music pulsed through his chest. Across the room, he finally spotted him. Kyle. Older, broader in the shoulders, still carrying that effortless charisma. Blond hair shorter now, styled neatly, a faint scruff along his jaw. He was laughing with Matt and a group of guys, clapping his brother on the back. Their eyes met across the crowded floor for the first time in nearly a decade.

Hell will definitely break loose! “I’m Kyle. Leader of Bayou Gang. This is Gomez, my right-hand man, and this is Shaun, my personal scientist.” Vale’s ears perked up when she heard this. A personal scientist? Now, that’s interesting. Looking at Kyle, he’s definitely a heartbreaker in this lifetime. Vale could only admire his look at the back of her sunglasses. Even if he didn’t wear the brown leather jacket, he definitely can pull off his look with any type of fashion.