Chocolate Factory Veruca Salt Novels & Stories

Said brad with a smile. “Looks like I'm having diabetes tonight.” Said Sabrina, looking at brad. “Oh you are.” Brad said with a smile. “What?” Asked Sabrina, confused to what he was pointing out. “You want to go on a chocolate factory date with me? ~*~*~*~*~*~”~*~*~ “I want to live here!” Shouted Sabrina entering the chocolate factory, gaining a lot of the workers attention. After a short drive to one of Brad leatherwood's chocolate factory, they finally arrived at Paradise.

"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.

“I will take you to see Meredith, just shut up please. I can’t hear you anymore, just stop! ” He presses the elevator button, walking in front of Veronica without even answering or looking at her as she tries to seduce him and goes straight to the sixth floor. But when the door opens: Surprise! Cara is sitting at her desk eating chocolate, the chocolate he bought for Meredith. The most expensive chocolate in the world that had to bribe her and make her work with him, and love him. Cara is eating her fucking chocolate! Deeply satisfied Cara is smiling sweetly at him and says:

She promptly replies to a chocolate factory where she can have chocolates without wasting a second reserved the whole factory for us. As I expected, Hazel loves this place. The way she is enjoying it feels like it’s a nightclub where she’s free to dance as she wants, and the way she is consuming chocolates looks like it’s her last meal on this earth. While I enjoyed a glass of beer, Inessa a glass of wine, Hazel and Miles with chocolates. All the chocolates this factory makes are in front of them, and these two are tasting them as if they look like professional chocolate tasters who are strongly motivated to find a new kind of chocolates.

Eva's POV "No! Don't put too much!" I yelled as Chloe put too much salt instead of only a pinch. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how much you needed." She said as she stepped back. The recipe said that for our chocolate cupcakes to taste good, we should add a pinch of salt. Chloe however, added about two table spoons or something. I tasted the batter and grimaced at its taste. "This won't do. We'll have to throw it out." I sighed.

Working with Emma was going to be a hell of a distraction, but it would be worth it. The Research and Development lab at Ashby Chocolates was not what Emma expected. It was a far cry from Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. There were no Oompa Loompas or chocolate River or edible plants. It was just a lab — stark and white and filled with scientific equipment. And Jake Campbell.

Another synonym for chocoholics, because it should concentrate chocolate and sugar to leave them like a colorful popsicle, with confetti, and it jumped from illegal factories to the kitchen of the family home, with deaths from sodomy and cannibalism, sex for more than 36 hours, cooking the man with pheromones and sex waves, which made them combust and kill the woman.

Guess I was wrong. We perched at a small table by the window, spoons in hand, diving into the kaleidoscope of flavors. Each scoop was a new journey, sparking lively debates about the best one. The caramel’s salted decadence had one of us declaring it the champion, while I swore by the decadent Midnight Chocolate Truffle. The room filled with laughter as we savored every bite, the cool sweetness lingering on our tongues like the perfect summer afternoon.

Dean muttered from behind me. Something flashed in Charlie's eyes, making him grab me fastly yet gently from my place with my wrist. Dean greeted him with a nod, "Charlie." "Bean," Charlie muttered silently. Well, hello to you too! "We're outside the Underground Choco." Chocolate is Charlie's fighter name. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, get it? He crossed his arms, "It's Dean." "And I'm Vanchel." I butted in, pulling myself away from Charlie. "Vanch-"

“We parted our ways long back. Let’s not talk about it!” Veronica pouted, watching her slicing the cucumber. “But he is single! And you’re single! There is a possibility!” she smiled cheekily, annoying Maria. “I’m making scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and honey-roasted vegetables for lunch. Get me the ingredients.” She said and Veronica twitched her mouth, moving to the refrigerator. “Do you like Aries?” Maria asked and Veronica stopped in her tracks but then slowly brought the eggs to the kitchen island. “No!” she answered, gulping the lump in her throat.