Chipettes Alvin 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.

“And then we can play knights!” “I think that would be fun,” Alvin said. He flashed a grin; he had lost his two front teeth, one right after the other, but the new teeth were half grown in by now. “So long as I get to be the winner this time!” “You? The winner?” Nathan scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “But you’re always holding your sword all wrong. How can you be the winner if—” “Alvin! Dinnertime!” his grandmother’s voice called out again.

He responded with a smirk on his face. Chelsea's eyes were tearing up again, she quickly used the hem of her shirt to wipe the test off before Alvin would notice it. "You are a terrible person, Alvin. You only wanted my body, you never wanted to help me. I'm sure you are also a horrible tracker, you can't even do shit." She said, her lips quivering as she spoke. Alvin mockingly laughed again. "That's right. I can't believe you figured that out real quick. Yes, I wanted your body and you freely and foolishly gave it to me. But where you are wrong is saying I can't do shit because I am the best in what I do." He responded.

I hung up and watched him walk up to me. Alvin is such an interesting person and I got to find out a little more about him. He is an only child and never knew his parents. He grew up with his uncle at the Bluemoon pack and picked up his love for football at five. His uncle says he’s just like his father— a lover of football… and he has a combination of beauty from his parents. We talked a little about our personal lives yesterday. Although I didn’t say much about my family, I told him about how I ended up here in the mooncrest college… while Alvin is currently in his masters to get a career in sports, he was assigned as the assistant football team coach.

Calvin whispered, his deep voice carrying a weight that could make anyone fall under its spell. “Uh… ah… sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you,” she stammered, barely able to catch her breath. Instantly, Alvin stepped forward, trying to draw Calvin’s attention away from Cleopatra. “It’s an honor to have you visit Atelier Club, Mr. Ink,” Alvin said, smiling like a man who just discovered gold in his backyard. “Opportunities like this are extremely rare. We’ll take excellent care of you with our most beautiful escorts—”

Alvin was bumbling, crying out in pain as Julius put more weight into the boot on his thigh, but Julius ignored him, his hand steady as he pointed the gun between his legs. "Julius," Jenny said softly, stepping to his side and wrapping her hand around his. Alvin looked up at the two of them, his eyes darting rapidly from Jenny's face to Julius's hand. His entire body was shaking, his face wet with spit and tears, a puddle on the ground from where he must have pissed himself. "Look at this shrivelled piece of shit," Jenny muttered, raising her eyebrows at him in pity. "He's not worth the trouble."

Because Alvin didn't sneak his way into this yacht or did he? He didn't leave Seattle to come all the way here. But the person in front of me smiles, flashing the blood in his teeth. "This is no dream, Peyton. You think I'll let you go just like that?" Alvin bends his head like a serpent, with his fangs visible as he smiles inauspiciously at me. "I followed you to Chicago. And now, you've got yourself someone else. An alpha who's more powerful than the one from your former pack. Bravo Peyton, Bravo." He gives out three rounds of applause, with a smug smirk on his face.

I explained. “Oh dear. Was it the building three blocks to the west?” The woman asked. “My apologies!” Alvin shook his head, pulling the old rogue woman next to him. “Ada, meet Tulip; Tulip’s my fated mate.” He beamed. “What?! No!” I saw Tulips’s cheeky grin as she held her neck to the side, showing her scar of a human bite mark. “Hey; you all aren’t gonna believe me, but I found Uncle Alvin!” I linked my sisters as Alvin in turn showed me his neat and clear mate mark as well.

Alvin spoiled pinched Lisa's sharp nose. Lisa laughed and pinched Alvin's hand again. "Okay, okay. But this is not what I asked for!" Lisa looked at Alvin spoiled. "You betcha!" Alvin asked Lisa to high-five. He then stroked her smooth cheek. Lisa was embarrassed and moved away from Alvin a little. Alvin approached Lisa again. "You're still shy, Honey. Why are you embarrassed? Oh, your face is cute. Look here, please." Alvin continues to seduce Lisa.

I can’t believe you fell for that trick the whole world with your stupid foolish life , how long are you going to keep on doing that . Alvin turned to face Jessica when he heard that voice . From the way she looked , she looked a bit drunk and light headed . He couldn’t believe that this was the same girl that he loved with everything and was ready to spend the rest of his life with , he felt nothing more for her but disgust . She had the guts to cheat on him and rebbe ste was done she dared to raise a scandal about him . This disgusting bitch . “ I thought the whole guest was here , then how come you haven’t left ?”