Brittany Alvin And The Chipmunks Novels & Stories

I was clueless about what to do, but somehow I managed to take up the responsibility, appointing my uncle, Venom, as my Beta. All of these happened fourteen years ago, and being back here after my supposed death returned those haunting memories. It was even more terrible seeing it from Henri’s perspective. “Hello!” My cousin, Alana, greeted me with a smile. Beside her stood her mother, Maria, my mother's younger sister, who cast a wary glance my way as soon as I stepped forward. My expression softened as I looked at the six-year-old girl, but then I remembered that I was Henri, and he had never met her. So, I just waved at the little girl, before facing the rest of the people in the main hou

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

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.