South Park Cartman Novels & Stories

said Chris stopping the ball whirled at him by Conan " not many would dare to say that after having their ass beaten like that " Panting and wiping the sweat that was dripping down his forehead , Carter shot Conan an unamused look " yeah they are toughed than we gave them credit for . " He was still rubbing the bump on his head that he received when he tried to head butt Carter - a mistake actually , Conan 's head was made of a freaking slab of granite , last time I tried to the same as Carter , I nearly knocked myself out cold . Flexing his shoulder , that he had just popped back in place , Seth grinned "as much as I would love to continue this game , can you all not target my pretty mug ?

Paisley pouted and looked down at Karter who turned a deaf ear towards their conversation; struggling to to grab a hold of Carter's spoon. "Here he goes again" Carter announced in amusement as he struggled to keep his soup a safe distance from him. "Okay, okay. Hold on, Cubby", Carter chortled in defeat and held the plate up for him. Karter grabbed a hold of the spoon, dipped it in the plate and put it in his mouth. "Good boy!" Carter gasped excitedly as he clapped. "You're such a big boy now, aren't you?" Karter giggled. Wanting to show off, he scooped another spoon full of soup and shoved it in his mouth, spilling some of it on his clothes.

“They want your mate. That happened!” And let me tell you…for the first time in his life, Max poops in his pants. He went completely white and if Meredith wouldn’t be there to hold him he would have fallen on the floor. “Will you shut up, father?” Carter said and came to Max , taping his shoulder. “No one will take your mate. He was just joking.” and gave an ugly look to the old man. “What are you doing old man?’ he asked grandpa “Do you want to start a war here?”

“So tell me: what the fuck is the problem now?” Carter laughs, but it’s a cold, lopsided laugh, the kind that carries more disgust than humor. “Do you really want to convince yourself that you’ve always been like this?” He tilts his head, studying me critically. “Do you want to lie to my face and say you’re not at rock bottom?”

THIRD PERSONS P.O.V. 2012 “The conversation is getting pleasing” Carter smiled “I am the Don of El Cartel del Lobo, and through a few light researches, I found out you are the heads of the double axes clinic, I want something light from you, the benefits? A college scholarship for your son in an elite school, I run the strings of it, it’s best to think very early of the kids future, he is a promising young man isn’t he?”

Carter jogged over, and I stood up to greet him. He was on the shorter side, a gentle little guy with a whole lot of muscle to make up for it. I used to tease him about it in college whenever he whined about his height. He never believed me when I told him that he was the more popular of us two, regardless of his height. Carter was always the more outgoing, gentle one. He taught me kindness when I was nothing but a carbon copy of my father. I owe him eternally for it. It made sense that he would be the one to direct me to therapy.

I hung up, turning back to Carter, who was grinning like an idiot. “Let me guess,” Carter said, sitting up and wiping sweat from his forehead. His face was still red like a tomato. However, he couldn't even lift the weight for more than ten seconds. “The old man wants grandkids.” “Same old, same old.” I shrugged. “He’s like a broken record.” With that, I carried the weight that Carter struggled to lift and replaced it with heavier ones. Carter looked at me before sighing. “Ah, such perfect genes are wasted on a cold guy like you.”

God, I’m an idiot. -------- As I enter the band room, I walk past Carter and a group of his friends. He is so freaking hot. The height of 90s fashion with his short, dark russet hair gelled to the side, a white “A”-shirt under an unbuttoned blue and white checked shirt and JNCO jeans. He’s tall, 6 feet. Making him 6 inches taller than me. Carter is lean, with a muscular build from track and tennis. His slate gray eyes shine as he laughs at a joke that Patrick (dickhead) made. I can smell his cologne as I start to pass the group to get to the instrument room. *Fuuu-uuuck* this guy just did it for me.

Summer’s Point of View [Senior Carter, also known as Gregorio Feed Carter, will soon be stepping down from his current position. He is expected to announce his successor and reveal who will assume his power.] [Steven Carter, the young and successful businessman, is currently in a coma after being shot by his childhood friend, who was suspected to be his mistress.]

“Jordan, these two delinquents are Carter and Kareem. They’ll be keeping you safe on the line when you’re kicking, so don’t piss them off.” Carter grins, or at least I think he does. It’s hard to see his mouth past the bushy blond beard. His hair hangs to his massive shoulders and a T-shirt clings to every muscled inch of him. Youza. From a distance, I didn’t realize exactly how big he is. “Kick the ball through the posts and you won’t have a problem from me,” Kareem remarks. His braided hair is pulled into a loose ponytail that hangs to the middle of his back. He carries the same muscle as Carter but appears bigger…if possible, meaner.