Novel & Cerita Chocolate Factory Veruca Salt

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

she frowns in rage. My favorite chocolate is not Cioccolato di Modica, but Bacio Perugina

Veronica said with a sly smile, "hold on, you'll need something stronger for this juicy gist." Veronica gracefully strolled over to her well-stocked mini bar, her apartment's centrepiece. With precision, she selected a bottle of premium whisky, a knowing glint in her eye. Returning to the cosy sitting area, she poured a generous amount into her Nora's cup of coffee, the dark liquid swirling into a fragrant blend. Nora was intrigued and eager to savour every detail of the revelation. Nora leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Veronica's, her anticipation palpable. "You won't believe the new development between my sister and my fiancé," Veronica teased, her voice laced with excitement and susp

With doctor's permission Veronica removed his mask for a while as he wished to taste those chocolates at once. She unwrapped them and started feeding him. He closed his eyes as the sweetness melted on his tongue and he savoured the cocoa taste. "You're spoiling him! Just look how he immediately sat upright just to eat chocolates!" Veronica hissed at Reynold in low voice as she watched Alex with amusement while he was busy playing with the chocolate box. "I want to spoil him if it makes him happy. Look how handsome he looks with that grinning face!" Reynold pointed out and she silently agreed.

“I can do that. I think.” “There’s a catch,” Sarah added, her grin widening. “He’s a total snob about it. The chocolate has to be at least seventy percent cacao, the texture has to be just right… even our professional chef here rarely gets it perfect enough for his standards. He says no one makes it like our grandmother used to.”

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.

“I'll take you out to sweet swirls if you finish your food.’ Ivy didn't budge— at least not when a visit to her favorite ice cream store was on the line. Madame Browne noticing my gained pleasure from watching her endure having Ivy, immediately chimed in, “Don't worry about that. I'll take her to Willy Wonks. That is a much more better Ice cream factory with everything made out of chocolates.” “Yay!” Ivy squealed in delight. She smiled briefly at me, her gaze hiding a flicker of something way darker than the sweetness in her voice. Her gaze was hard on my skin, her expression dark and daring as if threatening me to push further but I didn't.

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.”

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.