Chipmunk Alvin And The Chipmunks Novels & Stories

Vienna whispered to me. “And how many Alphas do you know?” I inquired, and she laughed out loud. “Please, just call me Vee. You’ve earned it already,” she said as the large gates of Alpha Xavier’s mansion opened to let us in.

We stay in comfortable silence watching the stars and listening to the sea breeze when she turns to me looking at me expectantly. “what?” I ask her when she starts giggling. “I just figured out what to call you three” “this is going to horrible isn’t it” “okay I was just sitting here thinking what is the perfect name that will piss Matty off when I thought of the three amigos which is cool so no” “hey!!” “but then the perfect one came to me” “oh god”I shake my head but I can’t lose the smile on my lips. “from now on I will be referring to you three as Alvin and the chipmunks”

Nate covered his mouth trying not to break down in laughter which he already did. "Beady little eyes," she said pleasantly, turning back to her screen. "Stores problems in his cheeks and hands them to other people for winter." "Oh my God..." "A menace to the ecosystem, actually. Total control freak. Someone should study him." "You cannot say that about..." Nate pressed a hand over his mouth, still laughing. "He is standing..." "Scientifically speaking, the chipmunk is known for its territorial behaviour and its tendency to—" "Ms. Mercer."

But after Aichonne Blackwood gave me that mean look and slammed my door, my whole day went totally bad. The young female wolf who is helping out at my desk today is super slow because her little three-winter-old pup is crying and having a giant fit at the pack nursery. She cannot keep up with the work at all. I don't blame her, because even my own brain is moving slowly today. I have an absolute mountain of mind-links to answer, messages from other packs, and tons of moon heralds begging me to tell them if the big mating story is real. Plus, I had to sit down with nine angry elders from the Grand Wolf Assembly. That big meeting was just as bad as my fight with Aichonne, except the old elders

Dawn had two pinned chats, making them our priority. The first pinned chat was with someone named “Raven.” We skimmed through it quickly, but nothing caught our immediate attention. The real shock came when he tapped on the second pinned chat. “Alvin,” I whispered in disbelief. “The Beta of our pack?” He looked just as stunned as I felt. “Why would she be in contact with him like this? They’re not even close.” We scrolled down, scanning the messages. At first, the conversation seemed ordinary—pack-related discussions and routine matters. But then, buried deeper, the tone shifted.

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.

' Daphne stood by the door looking down at a chipmunk who's hair was all standing on end laying on the ground rigid. ... 'Okay I'm curious.' Daphne squatted down looking at the poor animal. There was no dead animal smell. no bugs or creatures trying to eat it, and no signs of decomposition. Either it just died, or-.. Poke. .. "Maybe it is dea-" She began "REEEE!" The chipmunk shot to it's feet looking right at her and bellowing it's own little shriek of some sort. "AAAAAH!" Daphne and the chipmunk were both wide eyed, looking each other in the eyes while screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. Their cries echoing out from in front of the office doors.

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."

I nodded and went back to outlining the letters in protect, filling them in like the ink could hold back whatever storm was quietly building outside our bubble of hand-painted signs and half-finished hopes. The door creaked open just as I finished my third sign, this one reading THIS PARK HAS ROOTS. Rufio bounded inside, tail wagging as he made a beeline for Lilac, his nose nuzzling her leg like she was a long-lost friend. Alan followed behind, tugging the door shut with his foot as he peeled off his jacket. “Guess who chased a chipmunk into a bush and then got stuck,” he said with a faint smirk, brushing a leaf from Rufio’s flank.

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?”