Chipmunk Cheeks Novels & Stories

I was just about to try to climb off Tyce's back when a chipmunk sprinted out from beyond a rock. And something completely unexpected happened. Instead of lowering me gently onto the ground, Tyce threw me off his back as he sprinted toward the chipmunk, and I went crashing against some small stones cutting into my bare arm. I cried out in pain as blood spilled from the shallow cuts. But Tyce didn't stop, growling as he ran into the forest, the chipmunk squeaking as he scooped it into his mouth, shaking his head with murder as he tore it into pieces. He turned back to look at me as I lifted myself up to a sitting position, with blood spilling from his huge mouth, his eyes evil.

“Well, I feel sorry they have to end up with an unlikeable owner like you.” Reggie snorts, then opens the cage. The hamsters trundle forward. He picks them up, placing them on his palm. “This is Peach, and this is Buttercup. Both girls.” I look them over. Buttercup is a bit larger, with a white spot between the eyebrows—assuming hamsters have eyebrows. Peach has a pale sandy streak down her back. Their pink noses vibrate, their whiskers quivering. “Let them smell you. They like to meet new people.” he puts his hand out and I immediately step back.

Doona was getting a bit cautious that she had maybe embarrassed herself, but then Chihun responded. "No, I'm not making fun of you." Chihun picked his glasses up and placed them back on. "I was just wondering why you stuff your cheeks when you eat like a chipmunk." He had meant her no harm when he asked, but Doona's face soured when she heard his words. She stared at the food and pouted.

And so on. "You look like a rabbit with big cheeks when you breathe like that?" Zacharias deliberately pinched my cheek. He pulled on my cheeks like he was pulling on slime until I was made to groan in pain. "Hey, do you think my cheeks are pliable?" I snorted as I stroked my cheeks. I'm sure my cheeks were flushed, but the spontaneous healing would obliterate any traces of it. "I'm sure that just a moment ago you were still looking at us with a triumphant gaze. Now, where did that look go?" Zaire teased as he nudged my side.

But then he sat back, tilting his head as if he knew what was running through my mind. ‘Don’t worry, I didn’t want you in the picture.’ I said, putting my phone aside. He raised an eyebrow. ‘I didn’t say anything.’ "I know that look." I said out loud. "Do you now?" He countered. I would have said more, but I could see the huge smile on the little gorgeous chipmunk's face next to me. "What would you like to eat Corrado?" I asked instead. "Chips and nuggets!" "Chips and nuggets it is!" I placed both things on his plate before adding two nuggets and a handful of chips to my plate, before helping myself to the rice and two pieces of chicken.

It was really starting to look like his loss, then he suddenly had an idea. The crowd watched the elephant chase after Waramaki for more than a minute and then it suddenly started moving in a frenzy as if it was backing away from something. Most people could see it with their naked eyes but the cameras were able to capture the appearance of a mouse in the arena, snowy white with a pinkish nose and inner ears.

He stated, slowly as if he was speaking to a little kid. I narrowed my eyes down on him and pressed my lips into a straight line. “I wasn’t spying on you guys. I was just looking at the way you train the pack.” I said in my defense. He didn’t say anything. He simply stared at me for a whole minute before finally laughing quietly, “You look like a chipmunk.” Letting my hands drop down to my sides, I gasped. “How dare you call me a chipmunk? I’m a she-wolf.”

However, everything was clean, just like when he left it. When he put on his white coat and looked into the mirror, he could not help but take a photo with his phone and send it to Charity. Charity replied, [You’re quite good-looking, but why are there pimples on your face?] Chester was at a loss for words. How could he carry on with the conversation? With that, he responded reluctantly, [These are the kinds of pimples that adolescents have. Are you jealous?] Charity: [I’m not…]

He said then looked back on the road. A small tint of redness is currently painting my whole cheeks. The butterflies are in my stomach once again and those sparkling little diamonds are all over the car. I feel like it is edited but it is in real life. My warmth is currently warming up my face. I heard a little chuckle from Icki. I shook my head and took a deep breath before I exhaled it. "But you look more cuter when you pout like earlier, Icki." I made a cute puppy eyes and pouted on him.

"Too weak to fight off acne now! Before you know it, your hair will recede, and you'll get scrawny. Then you'll be just as ugly as your personality!" "Do you know who you're talking to?" he growled at me, his very distinct amber eyes taking on an evil appearance. And then I realized his eyes looked familiar somehow. I'd definitely seen them before. "To be quite frank, I don't give a shit who you are. You're a huge dick, clearly to overcompensate for the small one in your pants." Everyone in the small shop was staring at us now. "It's probably so small you need a magnifying glass to see it. You probably fuck chipmunks, you're so small. Your pickup line to them is 'wanna nut?' and they go for