Chipettes Alvin And The Chipmunks Novels & Stories

‘Alvin! At the center of the group of boys was Alvin. Brown hair, cut short according to school policy, slightly arched thick brows, hooded eyes, straight nose, wide lips and a hint of a mustache above it. He was one of the tall boys in the class and his shoulders were roughly the same width as his hips and waist. He was slender, maintaining it well as he's also one of the athletes. The boys stopped where they were. “Oh? You guys are playing guitar? Nice. Can I listen?” Alvin sat down on the bench.

I tilted my head, the corners of my mouth twitching with amusement and an underlying annoyance that I didn’t bother hiding. “Oh, that.” I replied, keeping my voice smooth and detached. The mention of his name itched a nerve that begged to be scratched, but I contained the silver of anger peering its head. “Chipmunk thinks of girls as nuts. Once he’s cracked it open and eaten the good parts, he tosses them away. In your case, you’re like a sunflower seed.” “A…sunflower seed?”

I straightened myself and crossed my arms, but before I could reply to him, my mother cut in. "And I thought you two were discussing some important matters aside from those little creatures who eat nuts," My mother stated, looking at both of us, "A pup is now entering our world, but the two of you are fighting over chipmunks?" she then looked at me, "You are needed inside, dear," I lowered my head, "I'm sorry mother, I'll be there now." My mom lead the way but before she entered the room she turned around and looked at Hunter. "Chipmunks mostly live in the ground, Hunter."

"As crows sing, as dead bodies laugh, as the warrior cries, as the night dies with the sun kissing and mesmerizing the moon, the little stars gather around the big hole of the squirrel, squeaking themselves inside for a chance to shine for themselves, for the squirrel might use them as lanterns when they excrete and as table towels when they vomit. Eww that's so gross. And as the … the chipmunk mounts on the chimpanzee… seriously? And rides with the primate all along the axis of the universe in two days, the lands shake, the land grumbles for a hero is dead" …

Somehow in the middle of preparing ratatouille, I decided on throwing some references from the movie and whirled around to find them both watching me with the same quizzical head tilts. Turned out they never watched the movie. Oh well... Since we had plenty time left before dinner, I decided on getting them to watch it while having lunch only to remember the house didn't have a tv. But thanks to Nola, on her discreet suggestion, I brought out Hades' laptop from his office and turned it on. The douchebag didn't even put a lock on it knowing full well no one would be touching his stuff without his command. Owh well. That was it. The movie that brought together the two territorial female chipmu

I mean I've watched that a thousand times with them, there's no way I'd forget. Let's just say that's my own way of finding the right time to spill. Javier rolls his eyes, simply surprised I'd ask that. "Mommy that's Alvin and the chipmunk. You never forget," He pouts and that elicited a soft chuckle from me. "Are you stressed mommy?" Jasmine asks, clinging firmly to Coco, her eyes pinned on me, the both of them. Well, what can I say? I've got kids who sure knows me too well.

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.]