Mrs Cartman Novels & Stories

She was examining an antique painting of a still life and trying to decide whether she actually liked the image, or just the age of the image, when someone cleared their throat behind her. She turned and looked up at Mr Graynor, immediately mentally reverting to the almost eighteen-year-old caught smoking at the bottom of the oval. “Oh, hi, Mr Graynor,” she stuttered. “Hmph, I thought it was you, I had heard that you were back in town,” he snorted through his nose in amusement. “I’m not going to put you into detention, Ms Carter.” She laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I guess not, but deprogramming the indoctrination hasn’t caught up yet.”

I groaned as I stretched and uncle Mike played with my hair like I was a dog. I swatted his hand away as he laughed and began to walk towards the end of the car when uncle Brody pulled up into the parking spot on the side of us. I could hear the music blasting and I just rolled my eyes. Turning the car off, they both got out as I leaned back on the car and waited patiently. I was so ready to get in there and get some pretzels. That's pretty much what I'm thinking about. There's something about mall pretzels, they be dry but they be so good.

Carter, who was standing rigid, her cheeks still flushed, papers clutched to her chest. “Everything alright in here?” Mr. Daniels asked, frowning faintly. Mrs. Carter gave a quick nod. “Fine. P-Perfectly fine.” Matt stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, careful to shield his raging cock. He sent her one last look, a knowing, hungry smirk that made her knees weaken. “See you next detention, Mrs. Carter,” he said smoothly, and slipped out the door. He was back the next day, and she was determined not to give in to him, despite having touched herself last night, desperate to cum.

I muttered and quickly removed the fries from the hot oil. “Why are you absent-minded?” Carter asked as he got close to me, making me back up a little, pretending to get something. “Nothing, everyone has shit they gotta deal with, right?” I said, and he nodded. “I'm here!” I heard Jenna's voice. Finally, she took longer than she was supposed to. “You're late,” Carter said, and Jenna rolled her eyes at him. She never liked Carter. He is a waiter in this restaurant, and he is hot, but Jenna hates his guts.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

Came the squeal of Connie, with eyes lighting up at the girl before her. "Where have you been?" The delight that had filled her eyes at the arrival was out there for all to behold. She was like a daughter to her—One she longed to have, and with every grace and elegance Maddison Wagner bore, Mrs Holden found herself upholding the young lady in high manners every single day. "Kristoffer!" She had soon turned to the figure stood at a far end of the room, hands motioning for him to come over. Whereas, the young man who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but there barely had a glance up, and just when he did, he caught the wave of the girl he had known years back, smile still bright as ever, wit

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV I got home later in the night. After I pressed a remote, the gate opened. I drove inside and parked the car I went inside after inputting my passcode. I went to the bar and took a bottle of red wine and a glass, then I went to the living room and switched on the television. The music channel came up but he didn't like the song that was airing now so he changed it. He didn't like the next one too, he changed it again then the news channel came on

I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went. “I’ve got to go,” I said to my boys and headed off towards the office. I had the first period free and I did work in the school’s office with the reception, Mrs. Noel. She is a very sweet old lady. With my grades, I could pretty much fly through my senior year. Without taking a single class if I wanted to, but I was doing my best to impress colleges. I wanted to get far from this place one day. That’s when I saw Sadie. She was sitting while her mother was talking with Mrs. Noel. I walked in and Mrs. Noel smiled up at me. “Perfect, Jacob here can show Sadie around for us.” Mrs. Noel said. Sadie looked up at me and

“Ma, please don’t create a scene.” Just as Emily opened her mouth to reply, a familiar voice cut through the air. Sharp. Cold. “What else do you expect from a motherless girl?” Emily froze. Her hand dropped to her side slowly. Her eyes turned to the entrance. It was Mrs. Carter. Her stepmother. Dressed in a dark green gown, a gold bracelet on her wrist, and her usual proud expression. Mrs. Carter stepped closer, a cruel smirk on her face. “Uncultured and classless,” she added loud enough for everyone to hear. “No matter what they wear, it doesn’t change what who they are.”

So she needed to act fast, right now the only place she could get to stay in the whole city was at this abandoned factory which used to be her base. The sound of groan and grunts reached her ears as two men dragged in a middle aged man who could barely stand on his feet.. He looked tattered and starved, his grey hair was unkempt so as his beards.. This was no other than Mr Carter, Charlotte and Arya's dad whom Dennis had been keeping in his custody for some time now.. The men released their grip on him which caused him to fall on his knees.. A smirk spread across her face, this was the same man she used to adore when she was a young kid but now all she saw and felt for him was hatred!