Alvin And The Chipmunks Fanfiction Novels & Stories

While I just hid there like a coward "Hey chipmunk, look at your pack. Look how happy they are." He whispered in my ear and rubbed his bearded cheek with my cheek. I pulled my face out of the crook of his neck and looked around. Some of the pack members were even dancing to express their happiness for their Alpha. They looked so… real. I smiled widely looking at them. He pecked my cheek and I leaned into him.

Olivia “Alvin?” I called out, leaning forward to get a better look at the supposed monster in front of me. “Is that you?” In the quiet stretch between one breath and the next, my world changed. The creature — Alvin, I was sure — froze as though he’d been struck by lightning at the mention of his name. This was Alvin, my childhood friend. I was sure of it now. In fact, as I looked at him, he suddenly didn’t seem so large and beastly at all anymore. He was just a regular-sized werewolf with a missing paw and a sad look on his face.

The headphone was blasting his ears with loud pop songs and he was starting to feel out of the world again. The threadmill was at it's fastness, and Alvin kept going even though he was starting to get tired. His thoughts went back to the green-eyed girl once again, and he was soon starting to regret never asking her for her name. But she seemed to be familiar with that place where she saved him—so he might be lucky enough to see her again if he goes back there. As Alvin was contemplating it, he soon losed concentration and ended up slipping off the threadmill. He landed on his back on the floor, his arm and legs filled with scratches and injuries.

Vector moved away from the girl, who didn't even have the time to process what was happening before Alvin pulled her to his car. "Alvin," I said, but my voice was drowned out by the other girl's screams. I doubt he would care even if it wasn't. Alvin closed the door and drove away like someone who was remote-controlled. I turned to Vector, who seemed rather unbothered by the fiasco. "What are you doing?" He shrugged. "I had no idea you and Alvin were so chummy. Going on dates and all." "You are one to talk," I said, my eyes thin. "How about bringing back your fake red-haired girl and getting on with it?"

I stared at her blankly, and Logan was the person to crack up. "Effie, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore are chipmunks, not squirrels," I say, trying hard not to laugh. "I know that. I was ten." She protests an argument. "I couldn't think of a name and thought of those." "That is a long-ass name, baby girl." "You're just making fun of me." Effie blows her cheeks and pouts at Logan. He draws Effie in his arms and plants kisses all over her face—Effie squeals and attempts to pull away as it turns adorable between them.

For some reason, my days suddenly seem brighter. I now spend most of my nights with Draaven and even though we spend most of that time having sex, a couple of times we engage in conversations that give me a glimpse of who he is as an individual. When he's not being Draaven Ventura, the alpha, or Draaven, the big brother, he's quite interesting to talk to. In the past few days, we've shared dinner, drinks, laughter, our bodies….so much that it's beginning to feel like we are an actual couple. When I catch myself enjoying the moments just a little too much, I have to make mental efforts to bring myself back, remind myself that this is all it's ever going to be and it would do me good to stop m

she turns into her white fur wolf self and disappeared into the night ______time files, whenever I spend it with Alta, I fell in love with her right from the start, and my love for her only seems to grow day by day whenever I spend it with her. my dad and friends didn't know I was secretly meeting her same with her and her family. We had a secret spot and named it Alvis, it's kinda chessy but we didn't care we had the same dream vampires and werewolves staying side by side moving freely and happily even falling in love just like us.

I nodded and went back to outlining the letters in protect, filling them in like the ink could hold back whatever storm was quietly building outside our bubble of hand-painted signs and half-finished hopes. The door creaked open just as I finished my third sign, this one reading THIS PARK HAS ROOTS. Rufio bounded inside, tail wagging as he made a beeline for Lilac, his nose nuzzling her leg like she was a long-lost friend. Alan followed behind, tugging the door shut with his foot as he peeled off his jacket. “Guess who chased a chipmunk into a bush and then got stuck,” he said with a faint smirk, brushing a leaf from Rufio’s flank.

he answers again. "And so, it will be, or justice will fall on you," answers the outgoing alpha, "now, kneel, "Kieran does as he asks, and the alpha uses his own claws to open his veins and pour his own blood into the mouth of his son who drinks it and both men separate and remove their shirts.