Theodore Chipmunk Dead Novels & Stories

He smiled widely causing me to perk up a little. I assumed that he would give me a chip but when he only chuckled and looked away from me my brows furrowed. “Bella that chip is hot so relax.” My uncle Theodore explained in a scolding manner. “Hot?” I mumbled as Dr. Hickory glanced at me and smiled a bright smile. He looked at the chips and grabbed one without hesitation. “Here.” He said as he looked back at me and held it out to me. I looked at the chip that my uncle said was hot. I should’ve known that since it was black it was hot but clearly I was not that bright when it came to food.

The next morning, before the ritual began, a messenger from the Elder Hall delivered something — I'd had it sent through a Moon Shadow courier. Kael opened it. Inside was a formal document bearing the Moon Shadow Elder's seal: Ash's death certificate. Cause of death — failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion within the full moon cycle, resulting in complete wolf disintegration. "Failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion." Those words seared into Kael's eyes like a brand. Attached was a line in my handwriting: "Ash was laid to rest three days ago. No need to come. The mate bond is broken."

“Dancing pigs, bird eating mud, and ominous snakes coming after us. There’s even a purple dino singing a family song!” “We know, Rose.” The chipmunk says. “You see the purple and friendly dino too?!” “No! I meant the killer vines!” “You blind little chipmunk. Those are snakes!” “Doesn’t matter. You are hallucinating!” I dared to look back and saw that the snakes were still there. Hissing and snapping. I slapped one of them that has gotten too close for comfort. The bunny saw it too and swiped its paws and the snake’s head fell as it was cut into two.

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

"As crows sing, as dead bodies laugh, as the warrior cries, as the night dies with the sun kissing and mesmerizing the moon, the little stars gather around the big hole of the squirrel, squeaking themselves inside for a chance to shine for themselves, for the squirrel might use them as lanterns when they excrete and as table towels when they vomit. Eww that's so gross. And as the … the chipmunk mounts on the chimpanzee… seriously? And rides with the primate all along the axis of the universe in two days, the lands shake, the land grumbles for a hero is dead" …

"You are alive too. Where is Theodore? Is he alive too?" "We are all alive. Why did you think we were dead?" Fife asked. "I sent a friend of mine to make enquiries and he told me you were all killed by the king." "Only Theodore's parents were killed. The rest of us escaped. Where did your friend get that information from?" "I will ask him later. So where is Theodore. Is he here?" Alistair asked excitedly. "Uhmm he doesn't stay with us. But I think he will be here later." Fife replied evasively. He didn't want to say anything about Theodore being a demon to Alistair.

" They were somehow enjoying their morning after getting the biggest break they had ever since the serial killing started. For months, they felt useless. Always in a dark mood. Everyone in the station almost forgot to laugh because of the hardship they experience because of Theodore. But today, it's like everything went back to normal again. Just one thing left. While Grayson and Chris enjoys the rice cakes that Grayson's nana made, someone was silently watching them. Oliver sits on his recliner, watching his best friend to find a replacement for him. It breaks his heart to see that his relationship with Chris is slowly coming to an end. "Hey guys, we got a call from Jackson valley. A hiker

“Word on the underworld is that these cats are an organized front with a huge vendetta against T.H.E.M. Rumor is they were headed up by Nick Jin after he broke out of the slammer last year. I assume I don’t need to tell either of you who Nick Jin was.” “Yeah, we’d met,” I say tersely, definitely not wanting to get into my complicated Nick Jin back story with this surfer guido. “Well, cats are saying Nick kicked the bucket within the last couple weeks, though in this biz I’ve learned not to count my corpses until I’ve seen with my own eyes that they’ve croaked.” “He’s dead. Trust me. I put the bullet in his brain personally,” I say. Chuck whistles appreciatively, and gives me a new appraising

Screaming, Big Jim empties his pistol into the prone furry. If he wasn’t dead before, Angry Fox sure is now. Breathing loudly though his nostrils, Big Jim ejects his empty clip and reaches beneath his jacket. How many reloads does he tuck under there? The correct answer is “too many.” The driver of the van, realizing that Big Jim means to riddle him with holes, leaves a burning-rubber cloud as he reverses out of the parking lot. He’s framed momentarily in the passenger window: a chipmunk with a huge overbite and wide eyes that might have been comic under different circumstances. The van stays in reverse as it ping-pongs down the alley, smashing trashcans and fences, before disappearing from