Charlie Chocolate Factory Mike Teavee นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, will you make me better? I could hear the suggestiveness behind the text, my face immediately felt hot Red: Don’t be silly, I’m watching you right now . Michael : Obsessed much little Red Red : It’s a coincidence I looked back up at the TV, a smile graced his lips , it made me smile too Michael: Whatever you say Red Red : I’m not lying Michael: Okay little Miss Red Red : I’m not little Michael: Yeah, you are so big . I glared at the TV, even if he can’t see me . This little brat is teasing me

she paused then stared at the guy who turned to look at us. What? Isn't he Mike? Like Mike Charlie's manager? How come he is here? I wondered staring at him. "I...I guess I'll have to leave you two alone," Tara said after a while then started leaving. "Huh, Tar..." "Hi, I'm Mike," I was about asking Tara to stay but he cut me in, I took my attention to him. "Yeah..hi, what can I do for you?" I questioned curiously. Charlie's P O V

"Sometimes I understand your language and all that shiitake mushrooms, but please elaborate. My mind's hazy." "Just trust me on this, Hotshot," she patted his shoulder and opened the door wider before making herself fit with the space between Aster's body and the doorframe. "I hate how your eyes look, so do me a favor and pick ten movies. We're gonna do a freaking marathon, Cheeto." He sighed, standing straight up. "I don't see any point in this." "Hush, child," Megan turned his body around and pushed him towards the television. "Cooking is not my forte. I believe you already know that, so do you mind whipping up some snacks for your lovely, considerate friend?"

Jessie grins, and looks up at Charlie, “Can we have our stockings now, mum?” She smiles, nodding and unhooks Jessie and Danny’s then Ash and Kai’s then hers and Eliza’s. Jessie and Danny start pulling wrapped things out and opening them, there were sugar mice, chocolate coins, marbles, and some small wooden toys. They had Merlin’s fingerprints all over them. They’re happy and playing with the new toys with chocolate smears on their faces and Eliza looks at hers.

"Then, would you like to see the other one I drew l?" "You drew another one?" Charlie eagerly nodded and flipped the page of his sketchpad. There was a drawing of a man standing beside a child. "This is mean uncle," he pointed at the larger figure. "And this," his finger moved over to the smaller one. "Is me." Bellatrix froze. Her eyes slowly rose to meet his. "Mean uncle?" Charlie's eyes sparkled as he nodded. "Yeah, he helped me at the airport, remember?" At the airport? Cillian?

The way he phrased it made it sound like he was going to make her a drink, but when they got downstairs, he added, “Go put the kettle on.” “Do you want a cup of tea?” Alice asked Mike, feeling weird and unsure if it was normal. In her house, you asked everyone before boiling the kettle, but Alice had become aware that wasn’t common practise for everyone at a sleepover with her friend Danni, who was weirded out when Alice offered her stepdad a beverage. “Yeah… thank you, chick,” Mike smiled widely. “Just milk, no sugar.” Alice also felt weird making tea with no sugar. How could anyone possibly like it with no sugar? It was gross.

Maeve marched in, balancing two enormous bowls of popcorn against her hips and a bottle of soda tucked beneath one arm. But that wasn’t what made my jaw drop. Because one of the house staff was wheeling a miniature chocolate fountain in behind her. And the trolley underneath it…was stacked with enough snacks to feed an entire team of kids. “Oh my god, Maeve!” “What?” She popped a handful of popcorn into her mouth like it was perfectly normal, as she set both bowls on the ground in front of me. I watched the staff place the trolley beside us before the staff quietly disappeared.