South Park Kyle X Cartman Novels & Stories

Both Kyle and I spit out our coffee and choked. "Mama," Kyle coughed several times. "Mama, come on! That's not even on my mind!" Kyle said, making me laugh loudly. "Calm down, Kyle," Tita Erly laughed heartily. "It's because of you, Mama!" Kyle said irritably, making me laugh even more. "Savannah, stop laughing!" Kyle said threateningly, but I couldn't stop. "Leave her be, Savannah," Tita Erly said, still laughing. "That's not even on my mind!" Kyle repeated, making me laugh harder because he was so annoyed.

Honestly, who cares? We stroll on the roadside, eating ice cream as the few passers-by look at us queerly. I'm glad it's nighttime and there are not that many people on the road. I accidentally smudged some ice cream on Kyle's sweater. He doesn't let it go. He scoops a spoonful of ice cream and pats it on my face. In turn, I do the same to him and this turns into a game where he's running after me and I'm running from him. When he catches me, he scoops the ice cream with his whole hand and puts it on my hair. I shriek and pay back but Kyle suddenly stops. It's Trent and Sophie walking together as they hold hands.

Opening the door to my room I exited to go to the only person, who can take all my problems, without doing anything. Opening the doors to the kids' room I found Kyle and Xan sleeping. Kyle has snuggled Like a baboon his knees brought to his chest, half his body is under the duvet while the other half is above it. He doesn't like sleeping fully covered. Xan is in no different position, except he is under the duvet. Shaking my head I slowly entered, moving to Kyle's side I adjusted him and tucked the duvet properly, and placed a kiss on his forehead. He is our cute koala.

But I need to stuff it down. "Hey, Brittany, I saw Meeko on the way here. I think it knows that Rocket was murdered. It's out for revenge," I say. "Girl, you and your family could have your own hill-billy show," Brittany replies. "Could not," I say. Brittany and I do our nails. I'm not too fond of nail polish. I only tolerate it for Brittany. We watch old Disney movies and cry when Mufasa dies. We throw popcorn all over each other. Then we hear the tapping code on the door. It's Kyle. That means it's time for sex. Every time there's a sleepover involving Kyle, a gentle tapping at 1 am on Brittany's door means the parents are asleep, and it's time for sex.

"This is a school public event, so as long as you guys don't actually measure each other's dicks in public, I guess I'll just go put this away and come back." Kyle laughs and whispers something to Lucas, who in return laughs. Okay then. "If you find the need to say something, then say it, tough boy," Kol says, causing me to mentally facepalm. Actually, no. Wait. This is working. Thank God. Hopefully, Stephanie and Elizabeth are as far from here as possible. "Oh, nothing. We were just pointing out the fact that we really wouldn't need to measure anything, right?" Kyle scoffs. "Our past bitches can speak to the basic fact that we're bigger and physically stronger," Kyle says in a forced tough-

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.”

Kyle was at his computer, checking an email. He looked up after hearing the loud footsteps approaching his door and was met with a livid Brian. “How do you have time to come over today?” Kyle asked ironically. Ablaze with anger, Brian threw the USB at Kyle’s face. “You’d better explain this!” Kyle picked the USB up with a sneer. “Since when did our dignified president have the hobby of rummaging through trash cans?” Brian's face turned black, “Answer my question!”

he forced the words out. Xander choked on his saliva and quickly drowned his body system with a glass of water. Did Kyle just call someone baby and the person was Charlotte? Has he been so ignorant of what was happening in the brotherhood? Maybe he should start being talkative like Bert then he could get first-hand information. He watched the two people with interest in his eyes. Kyle glared at Charlotte but in her eyes, he looked just as cute as Min Yoongi AKA Suga of BTS though he was the savage type, he was the little kitten. She could imagine the cat's ears popping out of Kyle's head. She remembered last night.

"Then they'll learn. That's why they want to meet." Chloe Carter, who'd play me, was warm and genuine. Younger than me by a few years but with an old soul quality. "I've read your book five times," she said, shaking my hand. "I want to do your story justice." Justin Cooper, cast as Kyle, had a fierce intensity that reminded me of my mate. Tall, dark-haired, with eyes that seemed to see everything. "I'm honored to tell this story," he said. We talked for hours. About the mate bond. About integration struggles. About raising Maya. About pack dynamics.

“That’s it’s a place to explore the differences between us. But I’m beginning to think he’s bossy most of the time, not just in bed.” I stop talking as there’s a sound from behind us. We freeze, glance at each other, then slowly turn. The guys are both standing in the doorway, watching us, lips curved up with amusement. “How much of that did you hear?” I ask. “Enough to make me want to put you over my knee,” Kip says wryly, and Saxon gives a short laugh. Both Catie and I blush scarlet, and the guys chuckle. “Come on,” Saxon scolds, holding out a hand. “We’ve made coffee.”