South Park Cartman Novels & Stories

Carter was grinning like a fool as he sat on the edge of Ann's bed. "What?" Ann asked with a seductive smile, then sat down next to J. Carter. They sat so close that Ann could smell the man's masculine scent. "You smell like soap. Have you showered too? The smell of cooking has gone from your body," said Ann, leaning her face toward J. Carter in a natural sensual motion. "You also smell like soap. You look lovely, Ann. Hans Graham was completely blind. He is a jerk," said J. Carter appreciatively.

Sammy said in a small voice, “Forget about it. Not even all of you together can do anything about it.” One of her fanboys tapped the counter and said, “Come on. Other than the Carters, I’m not afraid of anyone in Westchester. Tell me what happened.” “You’re right. It’s him. Odell Carter. What are you going to do about it? Can you go teach him a lesson for me?” The young man was stunned, and so were the others.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Maya and I laid lazily on my couch, watching Ted over and over again till we became tired. Most of the time, Tristan and the thunder buddy song raced through my thoughts. I hadn't been seeing much of him since he saved me from taking a blow. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. My eyes brightened when I saw SpongeBob on screen. Even if I was eighteen, SpongeBob was definitely a cartoon I'd never stop watching. How could anyone be like SpongeBob? He was very annoying and didn't know when to quit, but I still loved him.

She smiled, but it wasn't a good will type sadly. "Mom!" Smith called her in an embarrassed tone. Didn't he know his mother was a bully or what? Mr Spencer kept eating the meal in front of him like nothing was happening. Hell! Carter's parents are...... disappointing, I hate to say. Maybe this was the reason he hadn't wanted to let them know about me. But then, the fact that Carter was calm all through this was what made me pissed. Couldn't he stand up for me?! Even if it was just once!

He had a very conscious self-awareness of that. I guess that's what it is. When a man is handsome, he can be excused for doing a lot of shitty things. He's just like a spoiled child, playing cute every time he gets caught doing something wrong. This is just another harmless but annoying fact about how things work in our world. I had no intention of making friends with people like this. Just when I was about to ask him to leave, Colt looked at me with a strong curiosity, "I saw you talking to those salamanders. It's so cool! I sometimes talk to animals when I get too lonely, but they never talk back."

Carter stepped out slowly, looking around like he’d just stepped into another planet. “Dumpster Boy,” he said finally, his voice low and unreadable. “You’re really living the good life, huh? This garage alone’s five times bigger than my trailer.” I froze, not sure if he was teasing or pissed or both. My throat went dry. “Uh… yeah. I guess. Come on.” I gestured toward the door, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

He shifts closer, cupping her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Hey," he whispers, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles. "Don’t cry, love. Please." His voice turns softer, almost childlike. "I know you're scared. Hell, I’m scared too... but I swear I’ll take care of you and our pups. You don’t have to worry about anything. I'm good with kids, you know?" He chuckles nervously, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I grew up with a bunch of siblings, and I know how to handle them. Trust me, I’ve got this."

At least there weren’t any obscenities or naked women around—small mercies, I suppose. “Hey, lads!” Spencer greeted them with firm handshakes as he approached, his voice booming with that smug confidence I’d come to despise. I recognized Josh Carter among them, hunched over a glass bong, inhaling the herb smoke with a glazed look in his eyes.

Carter Carter sat in the garage and went over the designs for his next year's car models and felt a wave of frustration wash over him. He wished he could just go to the plant and start on them now. There was so much that needed to be done that he couldn't do from his mountain home. As much as he loved being out on the ranch, it certainly made doing business ridiculously hard. He wished he could go down to the city for at least a couple of hours just so that he could get a few things accomplished.