Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Game Novels & Stories

They kept calling each other best friends, as if it were completely normal, even as their bodies were wrapped in each other's embrace. Just thinking about it was enough to make me feel nauseous. I tore the doll apart and tossed it in the trash. I couldn't understand it. If Sampson was unhappy with me, he could simply sever our mate bond. Why did he have to fake an accident and go missing during patrol? The next day, I called for a meeting. Using my status as the Luna, I announced that the Alpha had died and that I would be preparing for his funeral. We would choose the pack's next Alpha from among those who had the blood of an Alpha.

My father's grin broadened, "I am. There will be two phases of today's game. The first phase will be each alpha fighting against thirty men and women. To the fighters, if you're down for five seconds, you're out. While the Alphas are fighting, Kara, you'll be up against another fifteen. The same rules apply to the fighters you're going up against. Once all thirty of the fighters against the Alphas are eliminated, they will have to get to you. The one that, in theory, saves you, wins." "How do expect us to do that when she won't let us touch her?" Miles queried. "I got you these," Orion fished out two sets of leather gloves from his pocket and handed one set to Miles, "I didn't think we would

My mom is trying to trick me, I knew it! "I know mom is playing games on me." I said as I gave my dad's phone back. "Suit yourself." "They're partying until 10." God bless America. God bless America. God bless America. "You both can't fool me." "I suggest you buy advil now.. you look like you're going to faint in seconds." I looked at my dad in disbelief. "Dad!" I hissed. "Yes, Leon?" "This isn't funny, you both set me and Ivory up." I hissed coldly.

From what I've heard, they were one of the biggest and strongest pack in the city. "Welcome to Reinin city" one of the two men from the River moon greeted. Dad gave a small nod and the rest of us found a place to shift and get changed. Since it was night, the two men led us straight to the pack house. It had a giant gate in front. Truth be told, I was impressed when it opened to reveal the massive building and beautiful layout. "Our Alpha is currently hosting a party tonight. He won't be able to greet you for now"

My fists clench so tight my knuckles turn white. "Take it easy, Alpha," Finn says. "Just be her shield. We will talk about the Bandy charity game at the Frostfang Arena tomorrow morning." "Good. See you at the dawn run." I shut off the scrying crystal and let out a long, slow breath into the quiet room.

I murmured. Ruin my brother's chances of becoming Alpha and claiming his girl seemed like the perfect game plan to completely ruin him. Let the game begin…

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

That's for sure. Still walking through the halls, I came to a dead end. This place was like a maze. Then it hit me. Sweet delicious smell that wafted up to my head. I wondered who had that scent. My wolf was giddy with anticipation as she growled, relishing in the delicious scent of my head. It was like she was awoken by the scent. I looked up to see the three Alphas walking towards me. They were staring at me intently. I could feel their heated gaze and I knew I was done for. One of them was my step sister's lover and they were all her childhood friends.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

It seemed to weigh like a ragdoll the way they moved the old almirah easily. Once it was moved, revealed a plain white wall. But it was anything but plain as it started to slide open with a groan, once Dad pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed a button. After the faux wall was out of the way, a high-tech metallic door came into view. The secret door to a secret passage. Our way of escape. Nobody could think of this covert passage behind that plain wall until they bash their knuckles on every wall to find some buried secrets between the bricks.