Original Willy Wonka Book Novels & Stories

But near the bottom, wrapped in wax paper, lay something stranger. A book. No spine. No title. Pages brittle with age, browned at the edges. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off dust. One corner had been nibbled by time or mice but the contents were still intact. She opened the first page. “Once, far beyond the veil of true sight, there lived a widow in a house made entirely of glass. Every day she watched others… but no one ever saw her watching.” Isolde blinked. She knew this story.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

Hastily, she turned the book back to the front and clarified the author she just read and it was truly the same author that created the book ‘In the Gods Own Hands,’ the book she got from her birthday. And now, thinking about it, everything seemed clearer. “He gave me the book!” she said in realization. A scowl painted her face. She placed the book back on the table with a heavy force and tightly clenched her fist as another awareness dawned on her, “Damn you for toying with me again.” Oddly enough, a strong gush of wind opened the pages of the book on its own and the page stopped to where it showed a picture of the emerald necklace that used to be the Vhillana heirloom.

All it needed to complete the ghostly appearance were a few cobbed web's and narly spiders. I was bored to the bone today, so much to visit a dead woman's home. But in honesty I was looking to find a few books of hers, she always read, and now that she's dead, what good would books be to her? Only, the shelf was bear but in my despair, fate gave me a glimpse of one lying atop her pillow. The three little pigs. "I'll huff and puff until I blow your house down, " I repeat aloud reading from the book. "That's quite original isn't it?"

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

He cajoled her and Chandni burst out laughing. "Do you want me to read a story?" She asked, cupping his cheeks. "Yes please!" He replied happily. "Now what do I have here?? The great adventures of Winnie the Pooh!" Chandni showed the tattered old book that she still kept, in the small bookshelf next to her bed. "Oh Mom!! Not that again! I have read it so many times that it is boring!" Atharv groaned. "The more bored you get, the quicker you go back to sleep. So yes... it is going to be this book I am afraid." Chandni smirked at him.

After a few minutes I switch off the lights and before I know it, I'm in la-la land, dreaming about Willy Wonka and his chocolate factory. **** Vic's POV I gave Wren some time to get ready for bed and once she was done she took out a novel. "So you're a reader these days, huh?" I ask. "Yeah, my family reads alot, so I kind of got into it unknowingly. It's amazing how books take you to so many places without even having to move. If you know what I mean." She gets into bed and so do I. "Are you going to sleep with that around your kneck?" she asks and I notice I'm still wearing a pendant my mom gave me when I turned eighteen. This is the only thing that reminds me of her and I treasure it so m

I have been reading this old dusty book for about an hour now, I groaned and gave up on the book, I got up and went to go put the book back, but when I was about to put the book in the slot I saw a little door. There was a button on it so I pressed it, it made a little squeak which got everyones attention, they stared at what I was doing, I opened it fully, inisde there was a giant leather book. I pulled it our and read the cover 'Incwadi nezilo'

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.