Charlie And The Chocolate Factory And The Glass Elevator Novels & Stories

Even the elevator, I must say is cozy, golden frame on each side, and a full mirror attached to all sides. Ding! The elevator has stopped. The button carved with the letter 'R' keeps on blinking. The maidservant softspoken informs me, "We are here Miss Avery. You may now step out of the elevator. Enjoy your time with the Young Master." I shyly smile and turn my gaze into the now opened elevator door. My eyes lavish at the sight of the clear night sky. The classy humungous glass dome roof gives the best night view I've ever seen. I feel much closer to the stars as they twinkle. The diamond-like cut of each glass division magnifies the sky even more as if you can touch the sky and the moon. Th

Dean muttered from behind me. Something flashed in Charlie's eyes, making him grab me fastly yet gently from my place with my wrist. Dean greeted him with a nod, "Charlie." "Bean," Charlie muttered silently. Well, hello to you too! "We're outside the Underground Choco." Chocolate is Charlie's fighter name. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, get it? He crossed his arms, "It's Dean." "And I'm Vanchel." I butted in, pulling myself away from Charlie. "Vanch-"

A failsafe for logical assessment. “I have to admit,” Seymore grinned. “My curiosity got the better of me. I’m very, very interested in what you and your sister could possibly have to say to me, given the circumstances.” “The circumstances are… delicate.” Charles seemed to be weighing him with uncannily bright eyes. “But I will let my sister do the talking. Follow me.” The elevator took them up to the top floor in utter silence. Seymore was tempted to whistle, but he thought that might make him appear as stupid rather than relaxed.

ELOISE’S POV: The grand elevator ascends with a hushed elegance, carrying me and my Maddox to a world I had only glimpsed a few times before. As the polished brass doors slide open with a gentle whisper, we step into a palatial penthouse that belongs to a realm far beyond our humble existence. The surrounding that greets us is overwhelming, a symphony of luxury orchestrated with impeccable taste. Marble floors glisten like shimmering pools beneath our feet, reflecting the golden glow of crystal chandeliers that adorn the soaring ceilings. Expansive windows frame a panoramic view of the city's glittering skyline, a sight that steals my Maddox’s breath away.

Charlie couldn't even feel the movement, only the numbers lighting up in a soft, digital display as they climbed higher and higher. The quiet luxury was another calculated display of power a million times better than the noisy, older elevators back at Smith Royale. ‘If only they had let me be the CEO. I would fix Smith Royale, and bring it to this level,’ Charlie thought to himself, forgetting conveniently that he was the one who had gotten Smith Royale into debt in the first place.

Charlie ignored him and ran away, but he arrived at the office area of ​​the mall instead of where he intended to go. "Where is it..." Charlie saw the elevator in the distance, and his big eyes lit up. He ran over immediately, stood on tiptoe, and pressed the button. The elevator door opened. Charlie stepped inside without hesitation. There was a tall man in front of him, making him stop suddenly in his tracks. He raised his face, saw a pair of long legs, and raised his head to meet Anthony's eyes. Anthony's dark eyes were slightly stunned. He did not expect a child to come in holding cotton candy in his hand.

Charlie frowned angrily and yelled. He disdainfully pushed Jerry and Vance away. Then, he led Candice up the winding staircase in the middle. Dick still followed Charlie. Inside a sealed room upstairs, there were plants that resembled mushrooms growing. Charlie was looking around, seemingly searching for the necklace. After a full circle, his head started to spin. "I need to use the bathroom." Candice, unable to take it anymore, stopped. Charlie patted her hand, "I’ll go with you." "No need, it’s not that big here. It’s just us and Mr. Dick. What danger could there be? I’ll go myself." Candice patted him back, then quickly went downstairs.

The doors slid open, and she dashed inside, her eyes fixed on the numbers as the elevator ascended. Unbeknownst to Charvie, the Hayes' men had arrived at the hotel, alongside Bryan and Isabella, their eyes scanning the lobby. Isabella spotted Charvie entering the elevator, and she alerted the men immediately, who sprinted towards the stairs instead of the elevator, taking the steps three at a time.

Letting her get her peace before she has to face The High Council again, I lead Charlie out of the room. “A vampire gala of sorts is happening tonight?” Charlie says as soon as we enter the elevator. “You sound like you’re interested.” First, she wants to leave as soon as possible and then she hears that there’s going to be a party resulting in her wanting to stay. “Maybe.” Is all she says as she looks at the floor. Her eyes are toward the ground and the tip of her right foot grinds into the lush carpet that covers the elevator floor as if she’s weighing the idea.

By the time they reached the 50th floor, Iris had closed her eyes, refusing to look down. When the elevator finally stopped, she stepped out in a hurry, relieved to be on solid ground. The glass elevator was a sightseeing elevator which usually required a fee for regular visitors, but it was free for those dining or watching a movie. Brad seemed to be a regular; they weren’t stopped as they walked in. He swiped his card and said, "Let’s go." Inside, they could choose any movie they wanted, and the room was set up for two, complete with massage chairs, fruit platter, and snacks.