Chipettes Alvin Novels & Stories

Upon hearing Derek's response, a slight curve involuntarily lifted the corners of his mouth. A glint of shrewdness crossed his eyes, signaling that the fish had taken the bait. His gaze fell on the chips in front of Derek, "However, sir, these chips might not be enough." Alvin boasted, "My boss has plenty of money. Just lead the way." Adrian, seeing this, knew he had another big fish. Today would be a profitable one. He said, "Let me take you to exchange for thirty million in chips," and then led them downstairs.

Viana's POV Mom pressed a hand to her temple, sighing. “Please, just… try to give this a chance. For me.” I hated that she said it like that. Like I was the bad guy for not jumping with joy over suddenly sharing a roof with the campus playboy. Alvin reached for the chicken, spearing a piece like he hadn’t just detonated my entire life. “Don’t worry, sis,” he said around a mouthful. “I’ll try to keep the noise down when my fans stop by.”

TITAN HAYES Since she had started with the introduction of the people seated which I guess were the leaders in her pack, I felt I should do the same. “So this is Bill, Harry, Bob and Eva, oh and that’s Alvin” I gestured towards Alvin who was just coming in. “Hi everyone, I’m Alvin,” he said waving his hand in a childish way that had all of us laughing, he always plays to the gallery.

Adam was telling me as we were walking in the door that he had been thinking about eating chicken curry for half a month and that he was waiting for me to eat it with him. I told him to take it easy and reminded him that the last time he ate two bowls of it in one sitting, he had to use the restroom several times. He giggled and said, "You sure talk a lot." Then we looked up and saw Alvin exit the elevator. Alvin appeared to have just finished a meeting. His suit was crease-free, and his hair was perfectly coiffed. He was trailed by bodyguards and secretaries, all of whom were elite alphas.

He stands up and looked at Jennifer as he places his hand on his hips while poking his inner cheek. "Wait a minute So you are telling me, She is not only the only heir of HK Ent. BUT ONE AND ONLY MJ?" Alvin asked not realizing he was screaming at the end. He took a deep breath, ruffled his hair. He then looked at Allen. "OH MY GOD... MJ... I AM SO BIG FAN OF YOU... I HAVE YOUR EVERY-I'' "Umm Alvin" Jonathan cut him off reminding him what the main point behind this discussion was. "Oh I am sorry, you can continue" Alvin apologized and went to his place.

Did you seriously believe that I was jealous due to that short and insignificant moment? Alvin's a player...a womanizer and a casanova. He knows how to hold women's attention quite well but he was never good at retaining it for long because he never wants to. Cherilyn is smart enough to know that being interested in him would be like a cow's opinion...pointless! Also, I couldn't blame her for falling for his charms; you should see him. While hitting the shape off the punching bag, I remembered how beautiful she looked tonight and how I fought the desire to hold her close all through the night. How can a woman look so much like an angel? It was criminal!

When she opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but look down to see what was happening on the dais. Bonnie was laying back on the bed, right at the edge, and Alvin was between her legs, pressing into her body. The Viper hovered nearby, watching them hungrily, enjoying the sight of Alvin's slick member moving back and forth in Bonnie's pussy. Both Alvin and Bonnie looked like they were trying to hide their own reactions, but it was impossible.

A sultry female voice comes after, her words bare pants as she moans in that high-pitched squeaky voice, “Yes, Alpha Alvin. I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you touch me. I love it.” I see why Alvin might have not heard what I said when I looked a bit lower. He’s fully lost in the action of office sex. With his superior height, mass, and width, his.. worker is just short of being entirely encapsulated in his frame. But his shirt is hitched up, waistcoat basically flapping free now. His pants are riding low on his waist, basically at his thighs. He kisses her neck and she… she’s basically undressed. Alvin’s in her now.

Charismatic. Marceline’s brows furrowed. "Who am I speaking to?" "Alvin Dejeva. Cross’s brother," he said, his tone casual, almost too smooth. Marceline blinked, caught off guard. She never expected that he would call. "Oh," she said softly, sitting upright now. "I didn’t recognize the number." "It’s fine," Alvin replied, with a light chuckle. "Getting my sister-in-law’s number isn’t exactly hard for someone like me."

“It will be my utmost honor for the Honorable Pianist to challenge me. However, I can’t bear to attack such a beauty!” Celine’s reputation as the Honorable Pianist had spread far and wide throughout the Nine Mainland. Alvin would naturally know of her. “Don’t be polite. Let’s just start!” Celine said calmly despite feeling extremely anxious as Queenie was her only disciple. They were extremely close with each other and she only wanted to save her disciple at that moment. Alvin smiled awkwardly and lifted his hands at Celine. “I won’t hold back since the Honorable Pianist is so cold. Look out!”