Original Willy Wonka Book Novels & Stories

It was a grown-up book, but Dad had been reading it to him. "Do you want me to read?" Ethan asked. River didn't say yes. But he didn't say no. Ethan opened the book to the bookmark. He turned on his small reading light. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit," Ethan read. He wasn't very fast, but he knew the words. "Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

So, it was only natural that Winky would easily memorize magic spells. “Pst, Winky! Come here!” Delia whispered something to Winky and asked him to sit down at a table. “What is it?” Winky asked furrowing his brows because Delia was whispering to him, like there was something very important. “Winky, did you know? There is a big secret in this school.” Delia pulled Winky's face and whispered something. Winky widened his eyes when Delia said, “There is a book of the ruler of the universe called Folkstreta.”

~DAWN MOUNTAIN~ The old lady had opened the first page of the heavenly book and with the commands of previous king , she was going to read each and every thing inside the book. She peeked over the letters which were not that bold that they could be read very easily . But she was a werewolf and moreover these days she had been taking the herbs recommended by the late Emperor to boost up her senses . Thus, she could read the faint letters clearly. The first chapter was something like FAIRY LAND....

“Be careful,” Wilfred whispered, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor. Karina leaned into his embrace and said softly, “Thank you. I was too careless.” They proceeded cautiously down the corridor and arrived at a room filled with ancient books and peculiar instruments. Curious, Karina picked up a dusty old book. As soon as she opened it, the faint sound of gears turning echoed in the room. Slowly, a stone table emerged from the center of the floor, revealing a complex puzzle box resting on top.

I observed the scribblings on top of the book. 'The call of the wild... by... Jack London' My heart jumped in ecstasy. I read that book when I was in eighth grade. It used to be my favorite back then. I could read this book over and over again without getting bored. Oh and would you look at that? This was the original copy. Searching the room, I found a sill by a small window, and made myself comfortable in the spot. I turned the cover and lost myself in the magical world called books.

Thinking that this game is taking a huge turn into the memory lane of someone’s childhood. “Tsk!” he smirks, figuring out what Winona means and what she is trying to say. “I see.” He a bit pretended and took the book in his hand with the title and picture that lead him to the lane where Winona wanted him to remember. “What do you want me to do with this?” “Look at it first and tell me what you notice?” “Tsk! In this simple children’s book?” “Not just any book, but Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland.”

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

Phoebe hastily scribbled down an address, her face full of sincerity. "This is my mother's address. She's the one who did this. I don't know anything about it." I asked, "Your mother? If you can contact her, why are you living in an orphanage?" Unexpectedly, Phoebe suddenly started banging her head frantically like a madwoman. "I don't know, I really don't… Mrs. Shaw, please go find her…"

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.