Theodore Chipmunk Gf Novels & Stories

I stared at her blankly, and Logan was the person to crack up. "Effie, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore are chipmunks, not squirrels," I say, trying hard not to laugh. "I know that. I was ten." She protests an argument. "I couldn't think of a name and thought of those." "That is a long-ass name, baby girl." "You're just making fun of me." Effie blows her cheeks and pouts at Logan. He draws Effie in his arms and plants kisses all over her face—Effie squeals and attempts to pull away as it turns adorable between them.

His words made my lips curve into a proud smile, I had birthed a life and he was so lovely and adorable. Getting to the kitchen, I snatched one of the chips my mum had placed on the table and stuffed it into my mouth. “You little third,” Tiffany hit a spatula on my hands and I yelled out in pain, snatching another chip and running off. “She stole another one!” Tiffany complained. My mum and Aunt Hailey laughed, ignoring her. “Why do stolen chips taste so good,” I muttered, crunching on the chips, much to Tiffany’s annoyance. “Because they'll burn your throat and give you diarrhoea,” she rolled her eyes.

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?”

Employees struggled to come and go; many simply took leave and never returned. Zachary panicked completely. He summoned Brian to his office, berating him from morning till night. But no amount of shouting could fix the chip. Brian went from pounding his chest with promises, to silent avoidance, to eventually not even daring to enter Zachary's office. Cornered and desperate, Zachary finally remembered me. At that time, I was in Genting's top-secret lab, reviewing the core architecture parameters of a new chip with my team. My personal phone, lying in the corner of the workbench, kept vibrating. I glanced at the screen, pressed the hang-up button, and flipped it face down on the table, returni

“I only need you to lend me one chip.” Don asked, “How much?” I smiled faintly. “Just… one dollar.” I immediately felt every gaze in the casino snap toward me at once. Alessandro Moretti looked at me for a long moment. “As you wish.” The casino doors opened. Four bodyguards walked in. One of them carried a single one-dollar chip in his hand. Lucien looked at the chip and burst out laughing. I reached out and took it. But in the next second— Lucien suddenly grabbed it from my hand.

They swirled in pastel pinks and blues, resembling cotton candy floating lazily through the air. The ground crunched beneath their feet with Skittles, M&Ms, and candied peanuts. As if the sky rained sugar. "I vote we camp here," Falcon declared, plopping down in a nest of chocolate truffles growing from a bush. "No," Theo snapped, knocking a bag of jellybeans from Falcon's hand. "Stop eating this junk." "Don't touch my snacks!" Falcon snarled, his eyes glowing as he slashed out with his claws, catching Theo's cheek.

Oh this is just adorable. “He is called a bunny.” I told the chipmunk, hoping that it will learn something. “They can jump very high and they usually like carrots.” I saw the chipmunk’s face morphing into something like what a pervert’s face would look like as it looked at the bunny. No way...is the chipmunk...to the bunny…?

Thea's lips curled up, and a hint of a mischievous smirk escaped. After Guillermo packed up the computer, he walked over to the bed and said, "Let me check Theodore's." His hand had not yet touched the white cloth when Thea suddenly roared, "Get out." Guillermo was quite scared, “Is Thea okay?" Thea said, "I already told you, my brother Theodore doesn't want to see you. If you dare to come near him again, don't blame me for having the Tibetan Mastiff swallow you whole."

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.]

“Oh, I’ve been with Chipmunk.” I looked up, and narrowed my eyes at him. “Who the hell is Chipmunk?” He waved his hand dismissively, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh, it’s Zoey. That’s what I call her now. She’s so cute, like a little chipmunk. I introduced her to Hannah today, and they’re bonding so well—” His words infuriated me and before I could stop myself, I slammed my hands on the desk and the loud sound echoed through out the office. Ronald finally stopped talking, and he slightly raised his eyebrows, but his expression remained calm.