Charlie And The Chocolate Factory の小説・ストーリー

' The frown was immediately replaced by a smile and a red stain that matched my red tee. 'Everyone loves chocolate! Goodnight and sweet dreams (:' Blackmailer- 'Goodnight and chocolaty dreams ;)' I frowned at the missing hugs and kisses but sleep overpowered my thoughts and I fell into a dream where Colton and I danced about in Charlie's Chocolate factory. -- What do you dream about? What's your most werid dream??

I replied. “No, sweetie. We heard from Gabby that it was your first time having Charlie in your system…” Aunt Almira spoke over the phone. I gathered the couple must have had the phone call on loudspeaker while talking to me so they could respond to whatever I would say simultaneously. “Charlie?” I asked with confusion. “Who is Charlie?” I heard the couple chuckling at my question. “Charlie is the white powder you were given at the strip club,” Aunt Almira said with slight humor.

He made hand gestures, saying, “Somewhere there.” Charlie, “...” *** In the wee hours, curiosity got to Charlie. She could not sleep! Charlie frantically searched her room, turning everything upside down. When she finally found her tape measure, she wasted no time determining his size. “Eight inches long and 4.8 girth.” Remembering the stories she had read and seen online, Charlie gasped, “Oh my god! He’s a rare breed—straight out of a romance novel!” The next day, however, Charlie overheard many wildly exaggerated versions of Taylor’s shape and size.

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

Six Years Later The crowd continues to clap in sync, a cheerful grin plastering their features as an almost perfect melody escapes their lips. Your mom smiles lovingly as she watches you lean in towards the baked cake, a two-layered structure with all of your favorite Disney characters embedded in the perfected detailed frosting. They continue to sing a happy birthday as you finally huff the spark out of the eleven-digit candle. Everyone cheers excitedly and Zale’s the first one to approach you with a perfectly wrapped-up gift.

They sat down at a table by the window, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Charlie stared at the steaming cup in Winnie’s hands, his curiosity evident. But when he reached out, Winnie shook her head firmly. “Coffee isn’t good for kids. It can keep you awake and jittery. You can have something sweet instead.” Her words gave Charlie pause. His little hand quickly pulled back, a hint of caution crossing his face. “I don’t want to feel all jittery,” he said, suddenly losing interest in coffee. Winnie chuckled softly and ordered a hot milk and a cake for him. Charlie ate happily, savoring every bite. Winnie, meanwhile, gazed out the window, her eyes tinged with a faint me

I hate the way my heart tries to crawl out of my throat whenever he’s near. Love, am I right? The world’s most beautiful, debilitating curse. Because Charlie? Charlie is a flirt. No, he’s THE Flirt. Capital F. It’s his native language. He charms the barista, the CEO, the old lady who lives down the hall. And with women he’s interested in? He’s a goddamn symphony of attention. He listens, he laughs, he makes them feel like the only person in the room. But it’s a firework. Bright, breathtaking, and over in a flash.

A boy named Frankie came running towards him with his wet face out of crying and hugged his leg. "Frankie? What happened?" He worriedly asked the boy and return the hug. "Charlie took my food, Lukan. He's so bad." Frankie cried and sobbed. And as if on cue, Charlie stepped in the cafeteria while still munching the brownies he guesses that he took from Frankie. Charlie's with his stupid idiots hanging around him like some kind of fat boys gang who are ready to push everyone away from thei wah by their big bellies.

The very one, whom she ended up giving her fireflies and her heart too. They begun meeting away from the noises of Hughes household. Charlie was so different, he speaks little, but listened carefully. Charlie was different from Lily's lively world, and a gentle escape for Elara. "Why you are quiet today?" He told her once. "So are you." ".... But I like when you talk." Elara's cheeks warmed it on their own. His name. Charlie Brown! It carried weight even as a child. His family was known everywhere, infamous for their wealth, prestige and influence. Everything about him was special and perfect. Except those eyes.

“Oh well, how about tonight when we have finished here we watch a favourite of mine?” I loved Charlie and the Chocolate Factory growing up and I’m sure Melody would love it too. “Can we have popcorn?” I chuckle at her and nod my head. “Yes, but not much. I think you may be full from all the treats we have here.” I say to her, making a gesture with my arms and she looks around. Her eyes go really big and is she drooling? I look at Mav and he holds his hand up and mouths a countdown. Once he gets to one, Melody screams and runs off.