Chocolate Factory Augustus Gloop Novels & Stories

“This is the place where the chocolate factory is.” What he said surprised me. Is Don Martin a fan of sweets? I think he enjoys being bitter, since his attitude is unpleasant. TCH. I’m not sure where he got his genes from. “He should have had a bitter gourd factory because he has a bitter attitude,” I whispered, cringed because I imagined Martin’s face looking much worse. Alexis chuckled and shook his head. “He only built a chocolate factory five years ago because he said he was only fulfilling a promise he made when he was young.”

Finally! More glee filled his long body as August arrived at the end of the passage and saw Flavius sitting with his back near the opening, looking away from him. Unable to resist what would happen next, August reached out and grabbed his left shoulder. Flavius screamed like a surprised woman and rolled away, fumbling for his dagger and sword. Laughter filled the lower parts of the Fogou as August tumbled out of the tunnel and smiled at Flavius, who in turn cursed him, his family and his mother for giving birth to such a delinquent.

"But I just wanted a taste..." He mumbled sadly. He was about to go back to Valerina but Augustus grabbed him. "Don't start drama now..." He pulled out the chocolate. "Yeah! Chocolate." Snow's ears perked with happiness. This is the only thing which is his favorite and Augustus doesn't stop him from eating it because it's safe for him. "And don't you dare give her nicknames, I'll break your teeth if you act clingy towards her." He whispered to him.

McCullen Confectionary was an enormous, towering building—so vast that even after a couple of weeks on the job, its scale remained unfathomable. The factory’s conveyor belts extended far beyond what the eyes could see, flanked by expositors, extruders and enrobing machines. The hissing and clanking of the machinery were so loud it was impossible to hear clearly. Tens of thousands of workers moved in precise choreography around me, going about their duties. Gummies, candies, pastries, cakes, chocolates and cupcakes in every imaginable form streamed past me in gleaming trays. The aroma of sugar and cocoa hung heavily in the air, overwhelming my senses, I could now understand why people called