Chocolate Wonka Novels & Stories

Glancing at Wick, I said, “I think that bitch took my groceries.” At first, Wick didn’t act as if he was going to respond. Then he licked his lips and asked, “She take anything good?” “Of course,” I hissed. “I had a whole family-sized box full of snack packs in there. The chocolate and vanilla swirl pudding cups, you know.” He nodded, letting me know he knew.

I clap with my hands and hand him a twenty-dollar bill. "You have them!" the man hands me back four small tickets and gifts me a wide grin. "Good luck." "So? What do you hope for?" Viktor chuckles. "Either second or third prize. I don't want ski lessons," I shrug. "I personally prefer the tour around the town," I admit. "Hey! This is really good!" "Oh, it is," Viktor nods agreeing. The special hot chocolate really do be special. My receptors dance happily as I try it. A perfect mix of milk chocolate, cinnamon, milk and whipped cream. There's something more but I can't figure it out!

I looked at the cakes, even their name is mouth watering. Crunchy choco cake, Rich chocolate splash cake, Crunchy kit kat cake, Chocolate fruit gateau, Chocolate cream cake with kaju katli, Chocolate truffle cake, Chocolate oreo mousse cake, German chocolate cake, Choco lava cake, Chocolate guinness cake, Choco chip cake, Nutella chocolate cake, Choco velvet cake, Walnut dark chocolate cake, and the list goes on.

No. He won’t be Vincent if he would share the right direction. In fact, he pointed the opposite side. Caught by Vincent’s prank and was blinded with love, Chocolate put down the glass that she snatched from Vincent. “Thank you so much!” she showed her gratitude. “At least you showed that you are useful,” she added before running towards the wrong direction which Vincent pointed at. When Chocolate is gone, Vincent watched her back faded into the dim. Then he whispered, “What a stupid woman. She really believed on me.”

What was it? Her eyes stopped on a group of people at the bar, who were enjoying what looked to be chocolate candies wrapped in foil. The chocolate candies were in the shape of a heart. Suddenly, reminded of the M&M’s slogan, Elara marched up to the bar where the bowl of candies were and immediately dumped the bowl on top of the counter much to the annoyance of the guests who were in the middle of enjoying the chocolates, and saw the exact same card she had gotten at the coat check taped to the bottom of the bowl.

he picks up a green velvet cupcake with cream colored buttercream, crowned with a matcha chocolate bar produced by his company that used to be a seasonal item but now it's been made an all-year-round product. It's my favorite green-tea chocolate bar, ever, and I am super grateful he made it a non-seasonal item so I can eat those anytime I want. "This is goooooooood," he hums approvingly while taking the second bite, "I feel like I'm turning the hulk already." I roll my eyes again at his cliche remarks linking my awesome green velvet cupcake with that ugly creature. Though he does look like the hulk when he flexes his muscles upon putting the cupcake in his mouth. If I were given the option b

Wharton mocked, he motioned for the bartender and he came running towards us the moment he got called. “I can hold my liquor, hold your help because I'm never going to need it.” Ulrica defended, She stretched her hand and picked up a chocolate from the many candies that were on the plate that was on our table. She unwrapped the chocolate and threw it into her mouth. I gulped down, as this little thing she did reminded me of my Nova. “Let’s see how you play it.” Wharton scoffed before turning his neck to have a word with the bartender.

He finally stood from the chair and walked towards the tray, touching the tongue with his own hand and sighing when it squished between his fingers. “It’s a cake,” he said, his words echoing in the hall. “A very disturbing cake. But I believe it is made of raspberry and vanilla.” I poked one eyeball until it split in half. “And the eyeballs are made of dark chocolate. Someone thinks they are very charming with this threat.”

She couldn't stand another day in this damned place. Once the room was empty except for Marisol and the wolf, she immediately dug out two gold foil-wrapped chocolate candies from the crevice of the couch. She had stolen them from the banquet when Kyro wasn't looking. There were only two. She brought one to her nose and inhaled. The sweet, mellow scent of chocolate eased her frayed nerves, though her stomach growled in protest.