Chocolate Factory Veruca Salt Novels & Stories

"You're just hungry. Low blood sugar makes boys cranky. Jack was the same way when he was six." "Mom, don't," I rasped, trying to sit up. "He's not six. He's a genetically modified killing machine." "He's a boy who needs a snack," Mom corrected me. She held out the chalky chocolate bar. "Here. It's 'Stirling Energy Block, Type C'. It's probably expired in 2040, but sugar doesn't go bad." Valerius stared at the chocolate. He looked at Mom's hand. It was steady. She wasn't trembling.

I fell asleep immediately my body touched the bed. I wake up at exactly 8am, head for the shower and freshen up. I head to Brown with Gerald for breakfast, and after breakfast we head out to the winery. Once we got to the winery, I handed Gerald over to Charlie and headed for the shop across. I get in and hear the calmest voice. “Welcome to Ame’s Chocolate shop, how can I help you?” She asks without looking at me. “Charlie said to come back the next day for the cake, and that’s today.” I tell her, and she looks up. She has some dent of flour on her face and apron.

The cocoa, the sugar, the mint, the citrus, the roasted nuts, a hint of cardamom permeated the whole factory. The citrusy, I sniffed. “Interesting.” “I can show you around just like old times, Are,” Michelle suggested. I looked around, there were racks, tables, and trays everywhere with finish products of different shapes and different colors of chocolates. Reigh chocolates had signature designs of red, golden, and brown wrappers, but they had different designs for Valentine’s Day. “I think we’re good, Mich. Thanks for the sweet welcome!” “You’re always welcome, dear.” We bid goodbye to Mitch and to the other staff when I felt satisfied with my short tour. I could feel a smile on my face whe

He’d heard of women supporting their brothers, but cousins too? The fact that Serena and Becky found someone like her for him to have a blind date with was absurd. As the girl kept going on and on with her demands, he couldn’t help but frown. "Vero…" What was a full name again? "Veronica Salt." Veronica immediately responded when she saw he’d forgotten her name. Ah, yes. She had the same name as a character from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," and she also behaved quite rudely. "Ms. Salt, do you think talking this way will make you seem unique and that you'll get my attention?"

Philip shook his head, before inserting her number on Damien’s phone. ****** "Really? You got a distributing contract with Mints sugar company?" Chelsea asked Chloe. Chelsea is her friend and Chloe happens to have a sugarcane plantation where she plants sugarcanes. "I haven’t sign the contract with them, a certain lady that calls herself Mirabel approached me and told me she wanted me to become a sugarcane distributor for Mints sugar company, I’m still considering it, so I told her I’d have a meeting with her boss, first" Chloe said.

I took it and followed Veronica as she led me to the ice cream stand. “A reward for a champ. Pick your favorite flavor." And which flavor do I go for? I was amazed by the colorful and delicious sight before me which I had never seen before. So I ended up picking a 3 in 1 ice cream cone which had lavender honey, caramel apple ice cream, and a wolfberry that tasted like a whole forest in just one bite. It was blissful. We wandered around the Carnival grounds, sampling each other’s cones as we ravaged through them. The atmosphere was calming and happy—that was until Veronica’s eyes narrowed in on a small, dimly lit hut on the edge of the grounds.

It was her 'Survival List,' the only thing standing between her and a total breakdown after a thirteen-hour workday. On her survival lists was Arugula, the pre-washed kind; two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, non-negotiable; possibly the most important item, Dark chocolate, 70% cocoa or higher; anything less was Candy, Greek yogurt, and Artisan Truffle-Infused Hot Sauce (the only thing that made her microwave ramen taste like it cost thirty dollars)

"The trip must've exhausted you, huh?" Unlike Francesco's cold, distant beauty, Luther was handsome in a bright, sunny way—easygoing and approachable. "I'm alright. Thanks for asking." "My family's chocolate factory just developed a new flavor," Luther said as he picked up two gift boxes from the table and handed one to Bianca and the other to Adriana. "I brought some for you two to try. It's not available in the market yet." "Thank you, Luther! You're the best!" Bianca eagerly tore open the elegant packaging and took a huge bite of chocolate.

Packed tightly beneath them were at least six large bars of expensive dark chocolate, two bags of imported sea-salt chips, a container of artisanal salted caramel ice cream that was already sweating from the freezer, and a vacuum-sealed flask that smelled faintly of freshly brewed chamomile tea. I lifted my gaze from the basket to Damian's face. The man looked entirely unbothered, standing tall with his hands clasped casually behind his back, as if delivering emergency period survival kits to eighteen-year-old girls was just another standard part of his daily corporate operations. "The housekeeper helped me identify the necessary brands," Damian said smoothly, his voice dropping into that ca

He winked at her. “When did you turn my sous chef?” she laughed. Adam beamed and fell into the couch lazily, sliding his phone from his pocket. Salma looked at the bowl. “It’s still porridge.” “It’s elevated porridge. There’s cinnamon and something that claims to be honey from a specific valley. Devon will be able to tell you which one if you ask him.” He said from the couch. “But don’t ask him.” She laughed despite herself. The sound felt strange in her chest, lighter than anything she had produced in weeks.