Alvin And The Chipmunks Valentines Day Novels & Stories

Because of this, his mouth constantly emits a sweet scent that doesn't match his appearance at all. Valentine has specific candy preferences. He always eats lollipops. You could always see Valentine sitting on the front window sill reading a newspaper, with a white stick spinning and moving between his lips. The front window with its nice view and good sunlight was an excellent spot. Just as Valentine always perched there to read his newspaper, Eugene also enjoyed spending time there. Sitting comfortably against the windowsill to read a book or sunbathe had become one of Eugene's important daily routines. Since the store didn't have a proper clerk, Eugene occasionally stood at the cash regis

“I, Crown prince Alpha Xavion Waller, reject you, Valerie Atkins, as my mate and my Luna. You will be punished for your lies!” Valerie’s blood-curdling scream shook everyone in the room as she clutched her chest, shuddering uncontrollably. I had to use my royal command on her for the formal statement. “I accept your rejection, Crown Prince Alpha Xavion Waller!” As soon as she uttered those words, I felt a wave of relief washing over me as if I were liberated from the suffocating prison. Zion was also stretching his body after cutting off invisible chains. Besides Valerie’s shrieks, everything was strangely fine as the mating band disappeared from my wrist. I clicked a picture to show it to A

Charlie enjoyed the day much more than me and I couldn't help but snap a few pictures of him too with his eyes closed and tongue hanging out, ears flapping in the wind. We had a late lunch scheduled and while Charlie and I were sitting under a tree enjoying a sandwich my phone rang. I smiled when I saw Valentine's name pop up. "Hello bella. How has your day been?" His voice washed over me and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it in the little time we'd been apart.. "Valentine! It has been good. Thank you so much for this morning. The breakfast was exactly what I needed and the flowers are so beautiful. My room smells like a flower shop now," I replied laughing.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

The topic was quite helpful because it really created a distraction to him. After a while, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," I said. Alvin and two guards came in. The two guards carried large wrapped gifts in their hands. I looked at it with a brow raised. "Alpha" Alvin bowed. "What's that?" I asked, looking at what they bear. " They are wedding gifts from the Alpha of the Almond pack. He sends his congratulations." Alvin replied. " Oh, but isn't the wedding still in two days?" I asked.

I palmed over them and I glared at the irritating cub. Having a one-man band party and shifting the tempo, all the while, the panda’s stubby hands tossed up sticks and caught them, bopping around his head. I wanted to shove that drum up his ass right now where he would be draining ass juice out of it for a week. “Can’t you roll the credits on the porky panda and tweety-bird before I do?” Valen seethed, highly annoyed. “Of course.” Artemis made a courteous nod of her head and glanced over her shoulders. “Caladan, Alamut, zip it.”

Bryan hasn't texted since this morning's curt "Running late. Start without me if you want." On Valentine's Day. Our fifth anniversary. I poured a drink. Then I poured one more. The bubbles hurt my throat. I looked out the big window. The city shimmered below, thousands of tiny lights glowing like fallen stars. The room is very expensive and it beats the cost of my dress. Bryan chose it because he wanted to show our love off. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I know work has been stressful for you. I'll try harder to understand." I soliloquized, memorizing the words I've rehearsed all week.

My lips thinned into a fragile line, and I gently accepted the crumpled piece of paper. “It’s so pretty, baby,” my voice conveyed a genuine rush of warmth. “Come here, give Mummy a warm hug.” Alvin ran into my outstretched arms, and I squeezed us into the warmest hug I’d ever gotten. Fulfillment coursed through my veins, and for a split second, I forgot all about the hassles of my day. That was the calm I never knew I needed. Footsteps strolled into the room, walking in on Alvin and me as we laughed. He’d made an effort to capture my curves and hair in the drawing, but it wasn’t that accurate.

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

Between my legs, a totally foreign, warm sensation tingles—something that hasn't made an appearance in my body in longer than my wolf can remember, completely awakening my inner lady parts. He positions our bodies this way and that way for the flashing stones. A bright Hollywood smile stretches across my painted lips, but my grumpy fake boyfriend remains completely true to his usual form. I suggested earlier that he should make a real effort to look happy, but the only thing my wolf got from him was a dubious, dark stare. What would it actually take for this giant, grumpy beast to smile for real?