Brittany Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Road Chip Novels & Stories

Celine gasped. I looked up. Jayden really wasn't there. "Sonia!" Cassidy crawled out of the crowd, bruised and battered, begging. "I'm begging you. I'll do anything. I'll slap myself." Slap after slap rang out, her face swelling red. "Please. Save Tina. And Jayden too. We got separated! I believe you now. You're the only one who can drive that road. I'm begging you, Sonia. Save them!" A police officer kicked her angrily.

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

I lowered my gaze to the new studio contract on the table. The address was in the south of the city, by the river, a place where fog gathered more often than not. "I've paid my share too." … On opening day, Tristan came. He did not come inside. He only stood across the street, holding a paper bag. "Do you want to go over?" Wyatt asked. I shook my head. Not long after, the front desk brought up a package. Inside was the repaired fog lamp, and the line "Come home when the fog clears" on the base had been re-engraved.

The more Joanna heard, the tighter her fists clenched, and the clearer her killing intent became. Tara even revealed the truth from years ago. "Adrian did not go to Africa to be an international doctor and extend your life. Your life was fine. All that talk about you not living past twenty-five was a setup by the Shaw family. Adrian went to Africa for human experiments. He wanted to create puppets who obeyed him. He was ambitious and ruthless. If the drugs had succeeded, the first puppet would have been you, Joanna." Adrian collapsed onto the floor. He grabbed Joanna's leg.

The next day dawns bright and, fueled with a cup of perhaps too-strong coffee – Stephen winced when he drank it – we are off on the road as soon as we can. The boys’ interest in road life is renewed, luckily, when they discover a set of bingo cards that allows them to win by looking for disgusting things on the side of the road. “I saw a flat dead frog! I did! I saw it!” Alvin’s yell makes me wince, but I don’t stop him. Leaning against Victor in our usual spot, I let the boy’s eagerness suffuse my tired limbs, make me stronger.