Chipmunk Cheeks Novels & Stories

"I don't know your name,that's why I call you in my head" For the first time, the big Mr smiled at me. It was a small, quick smile, but when he smiled, I saw two little dents in his cheeks. “You have dimples! Like me!” I shouted, pointing. He looked startled, like I’d poked him. His smile vanished. “Oh… many people do,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed flustered. “You have moles under your lips,” I continued, my fear forgotten for a second in this new discovery. “And I have a mole under my chin. It’s hidden.” I lifted my head high to show him the tiny black spot.

All good She went to the door and heart racing she opened it. There, standing in the doorway was the most handsome man she had ever seen. A breathtaking Adonis, and not a gnome at all. She stood and stared a moment and then realised he was holding a single red rose out for her, " Hey Chipmunk , Want to steel my head?" That broke the ice and she laughed , took the rose, smelt it, and invited him inside. " Come on in, Want a coffee? She asked him.

The white ball was right behind her. It is chubby, with snow-white fluff all over its body, a pair of round and small ears drooping on the top of its head, hands, and feet cannot be seen, a pair of big and black eyes, the tip of its nose and mouth are pink, revealing silly eyes. The cute big teeth are making faces at her at the moment. Ashley was completely dumbfounded, what kind of little monster is this? No matter how smart dogs and cats are, they just wag their tails and stick out their tongues. How can they have expressions and grimaces?

I stared at it, too shocked to pull my arm away. When she was done, she brought her hands to my face, pressing them at the corners of my mouth until she stretched it into a smile. “Is it true that you’re grumpy all day?” Grumpy? A chuckle escaped me. The girl gave a satisfied nod and ran off again. Jumpie let out a squeaky sound, making me look up at her. She puffed up her cheeks as if she were mimicking me. “That’s not true,” I muttered. “I don’t look like that.”

I don't know what makes him bring it but I really loved it. "Okay? Look at me at least. Weren't you missing me?", he grumbles as I look at his grumpy face. I cannot but pull his cheeks. He looks so cute making a grumpy face. "Now what is this?", he shrugs, making a dirty face. "This is called cheek pulling. Don't you know?", I chuckle. "Yes, I know. So only okay?", he mutters. "Yes. It's okay. I forgave you", I say, looking at the teddy again.

"Hummm i don't know..!" "Grrrrr...! " "Haha...the chipmunk's angry .." he whispered to himself. "I've heard it!" I shouted. "Oooops!" "Shut up and sit there!" Before sitting down ,he bent over ,facing me,he smirked and whispered : "There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me..." "What?" He raised his eyebrows and sat down.

But Laeddin wasn't ready to face him yet and neither was I. After a short time, it became apparent we had an audience. The creatures had dark brown fur covering their bodies. Closer to the head, the fur became the color of butter. Their faces were a robin's egg blue in color. When the sunlight struck the blue color just right, their faces looked like skulls. They lined the trees, covering the branches and scaring away the birds. Like soldiers standing at attention, waiting for orders. "What are they?" I whispered. "Skull monkeys," Laeddin responded, squeezing my hand.

The pain that emits from my cheek makes me whimper and slowly yet discreetly move away from him. Yet , no matter how slowly or how sneaky I was in doing so – he had already knew my plan. The hand that lay by my shorts , moves with a sudden motivation. It comes between my side and the mattress that lay beneath me – and his strong being pulls me towards him. I feel my back smack against his chest , my cheek hurt as they were dragged along the pillow. Whimpering had become a normal every day thing for me now – it feels as though whimpering is the only thing I can do. If I were to talk back , fight or even reason with him I would get hurt. I whimper , trying to fight the pain and the urge to cry

In every shot, he only frowned, but the last first strips, he was smiling as he stared at me and at the second strips he laughed as I make silly faces. I can’t help but laughed too at the picture. My phone vibrated, I open it and see a message from Tyler. He sends a picture of me with my eyebrow scrunched down. Chipmunk: That’s a picture of you thinking. Still want to argue about it? I rolled my eyes as I answer it. Me: Please stop taking picture of me. I know I’m beautiful 😉 Chipmunk: -_- I laughed as he sends me a flat face emoji.

The nickname he whispered in his voice, a low growl next, made everything inside me freeze. "Chipmunk."