Chocolate Factory Veruca Salt Novels & Stories

To relieve the pressure,he snapped the vertebrae like a mortal would crack his knuckle. Fusion Cuisine. It was laughable. Shameful. It was insidious and seductive. It was constantly being hawked in commercials on the Digital Vampire Network. He had even discovered two of his own harem girls sneaking in bottles of Chocolood—Baal's perverted fusion drink of blood and chocolate. Stephan had ordered the girls whipped. Still, he suspected his harem was managing to drink the nasty stuff when he wasn't there. For the first time in centuries, his lovely, nubile girls were gaining weight.

He snapped his head toward Xavier, one eyebrow raised in silent question. Xavier met his gaze. His eyes narrowed in a clear, wordless warning. Kade’s expression shifted instantly; his lips pressed into a thin line. He gave a small, tight nod, then carried the jar back to the high table. The fuck is going on here? My throat was dried, but I forced myself to the microphone. “She’s so sugglish.” someone whispered from the crowd. I swallowed hard “Thank you, Mr. Cross. I’m Veronica Harper. I run a small bakery in Atlanta—I started it five years ago, and I’ve been building it bit by bit. It really means a lot to be recognized here tonight.”

“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.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, it definitely slipped my mind that you are ignorant of this mundane terms. Well, a factory is a place where certain products are produced, developed or processed. In this case, this factory is purely dedicated to making chocolates and other sweets – what you are smelling is cocoa, the main ingredient for making chocolates.” My mouth widened as Caelum led us inside a room where big whirring things circulates the dark fluid from the transparent glass. The process alone was mesmerizing and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, pressing my face on the glass. “Don’t be such an idiot – pressing your face like that doesn’t deem you normal, you know. You are such a kid.” Caelum pulled

They climbed out of the car, and Ayven immediately walked over to Ricardo with the confidence of someone twice his age. "So, Mr. Ricardo. What's good here?" Ricardo laughed, clearly charmed. "Well, Mr. Ayven, they have about thirty flavors. But if you like chocolate, the dark chocolate sea salt is incredible. And the Belgian chocolate truffle." "Both sound acceptable." Ayven nodded seriously. "Let's go inspect the options." Ruby bit back a laugh as they walked into the shop. The interior was pristine…white subway tiles, hanging Edison bulbs, a long glass case displaying rows of colorful gelato and ice cream in metal tins.

Her eyes held some sort of strictness, but somehow it was laced with affection. "Hm, Jace baby," Vera finally spoke as she walked over, leaning close to Jace, "how about we go out for fresh air? And did you see that ice cream shop outside? Jeez. I must’ve been too nosy to notice they had chocolate, vanilla, and caramel flavors." Jace's eyes widened, and I didn’t stop smiling. "Can we get one for Mr. Edward?" Vera looked at Juliet before looking back at Jace. "How about the next time we're coming to see Mr. Edward, we get him a nice bowl of vanilla and chocolate ice cream?"

I saw Arzhel turn his back. “Who wants ice cream?” she added. “Veronica, what are you doing here?” Arzhel casually asked. I heard the kids running toward them. “Wow, ice cream,” Chris happily said. I saw Veronica on the screen. She was behind Arzhel, and her attention was on him. I assumed he didn’t know I was calling him. “I brought ice cream,” she said, happily smiling. Arzhel nodded. “You don’t have to. We’re actually planning to go to an ice cream shop. But we really appreciate it.”

Hated that no matter how close they lived, she was becoming unreachable. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He frowned, then opened it. Unknown: She’s changing. Jalen sat up slowly. Another message followed. Unknown: If you don’t fight for her, someone else already is. His pulse spiked. He typed back. Jalen: Who is this? Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then— Unknown: Someone who knows you’re running out of time. The screen went dark. Jalen stared at his phone, jaw tight. Whoever it was, they weren’t wrong.

But the coughing didn’t stop, and she clasps her hand around her throat. “What flavour is that?” She asked, her breathing already ragged. “It’s a new one. Peanut butter latte—” “Did you say peanut butter?” Vera asked, her eyes widening with dread. Her hands grasped her throat tighter, gasping heavily like her lungs were about to burst. “Vera,” I called. I was already pushing back my chair before my brain fully caught up. “It was a peanut butter latte,” Charles said. I shoved past him, rounding the table to meet Vera.

We decided to keep staying at our apartment. I started working for a chocolate factory called 'Godiver Chocolatier' and although my boss was an arrogant oversized jerk, I still loved the fact that I helped process chocolates. I've always worked in the agriculture sector or the beverage sector but it pleased me to be working in a chocolate factory. It felt new and challenging.