Chocolate Wonka Novels & Stories

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.”

Plates gleamed under the lights, and the faint hum of conversation faded into the background. What truly captured his attention was the chocolate fountain. White chocolate flowed endlessly, thick and glossy, cascading down in smooth ribbons that caught the light. The sight alone was hypnotic, and Yang Jun found himself standing there longer than necessary, watching it spill over itself again and again. It was indulgent in a way his life had not been for months.

Gummy worms, jelly beans, lollipops, M&Ms, skittles—if it's sweet, it was there in a jar. What in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is going on here? The carpet was that same awful bubblegum-pink shade. The windows were the only normal-looking part of the office. Everything else was over the top and unorthodox. “Hello, I'm Dr. Blake Nelson.” My eyes trailed to meet chocolate-coloured ones. Dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She had on a white coat, but I saw the casual clothes underneath. She stretched her hand and offered me juju-beans, I shook my head no. I was too busy staring at her.

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-"

Wow I didn't see that coming. I took one of the large chocolate bars and shut the fridge before I actually fainted. This guy is nuts! Maybe he's so irritated, energetic and snappy because of consuming too much candy? I mean yeah, he got a couple of fruits, salads and non-fat yogurt, but really!? Was he in a secret partnership with Willy Wonka? I walked up and down chomping on that chocolate bar. Honestly, I was becoming frustrated being alone here, I didn't see any of them and the only person that seemed available was not available.

"Dawson? As in like Dawson Sweet Factory?" Zeke lightened up the moment he heard their family business. Showing his squared-shaped smile "Yes!" He blurted out. Not noticing that he left his own nanny behind. "Oh! Really? My mom bought a lot of chocolates at Dawson Sweet Factory once for my birthday. And it became my favourite chocolate ever." Henrick proudly said. "I also love chocolates." Oliver drooled. "I'll tell Dad to send you some." Zeke. "Okay. We're best friends from now on."

Dalton won a game at the amusement park and gave the prize to me and we bought chocolate as well. “Do you want some chocolate?" I offered her one, and she took it and looked at it skeptically. “Amedei's chocolate?” She asked. "Yes. Why?” She put the chocolate back in the box and looked at me in shock and anger. "Hannah, Amedei's Chocolate is one of the most expensive chocolates in the world. I know you can't afford it, and you won this teddy bear at the amusement park, and I don't recall you taking any money with you.”

He brandished the thing that seemed to look like a chocolate bar in front of my face. I gave him a deadpanned look. 'Seriously, a chocolate bar? Death by cavities?' He was out of his marbles. What on earth could a chocolate do? He smirked. 'Look closely. It's not an ordinary chocolate.' I peered closely at the packaging. 'Chocolax.' I said. He nodded. 'It's a laxative in a form of a chocolate. Pretty much popular for girls who wanted to lose weight without feeling the guilt.' Now I'm confused. What was he planning about to do with the laxative? I frowned. 'Your point being?' I asked.

“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 said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT