Violet Blueberry Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

Violet’s face twitched. She made a futile grab for the phone. The girl zoomed in obediently. Her eyes went wide. ‘There’s an M,’ she blurted. ‘Tiny, but it’s there!’ A ripple went through the crowd. ‘That’s the designer’s signature, right? The M?’ someone whispered, loud enough to be not-whispering. ‘It says M. Bloody hell, it really is Mirabelle’s design!’ Violet’s face went from ghost-pale to lobster-red in two seconds flat. She snatched her phone back and mashed the power button like she was trying to murder it.

"Yeah that's cause she's being controlled by Chynna and her brain is confused" "Right their like little puppies" she said laughing "ooh lets go in here" As we walked into Red Bubbly, a store that sold almost everything dealing with summer from bathing suits to pools, I got another text from the mystery person Unknown: meet me at the park in 20 minutes I showed the message to Roxy "this is so weird" "Yeah but are you going to go" "No it could be a psycho for all I know" I said looking at a rack of bikinis

JASMINE Taking advantage of my willingness to run errands, my mom sent me to the grocery store with a list on a Saturday morning at the end of October, before work. I was placing zucchinis into a plastic bag when Lucy’s mom pulled up next to me with her grocery cart. “Ah, Jasmine! I’m so glad to see you!” I was pleasantly surprised to hear that she was glad. There was hope that Lucy hadn’t swayed her to believe that I had sprouted whiskers and a wormy tail. I replied, “Good morning, Ivy.”

Adipati won't like it if I contact Kenan. "Forget about Kenan; we have a party to attend! Do you remember Melly, the girl with bobbed hair who looks like Dora? She invites us to come to her party! But... to be honest, I'm a little doubtful; should we go there?" Violet exclaimed thoughtfully. A violet to be confused like this? It's about a party, and she has doubts. This is weird. She's not usually like that. "What's wrong with this, Melly?" I sat close to her.

She blinked fast, trying to keep her eyes from watering, and ducked her head, pretending to rummage in the paper bag before pulling out the plush toy and placing it gently in Lilia’s arms. “Quit talking like an old soul. Here—this is what you should be playing with.” Lilia’s eyes lit up. Her fingers trembled as she traced the toy’s shape—a lemon tart with big googly eyes and a goofy smile. She stroked it carefully, then looked up at Violet, her eyes sparkling. “Wow, this is so unlike you. You being this nice… does it mean I’m dying or something?” Violet’s pupils tightened, her brows furrowed. “Don’t say that. You’re not dying.”

I muttered. “Curry puff...,” came a soft reply. I opened my eyes to find Violet holding a steaming hot curry puff in her tiny hands. I was taken aback, “You made this?” “No, Dad did. It’s filled with meat and it’s super delicious, Mom!” Violet exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed, watching the sauce spread all over the blanket. Violet looked up at me with a worried expression. “Will the stain come out?” she asked. I let out a sigh.

There were broccoli, cherry tomatoes, walnuts, and something smooth and soft like tofu. Each of these foods smelled tempting, making Violet salivate. What surprised her even more was the combination of these foods. She only got to eat something like this in the six months she had left the welfare home as a kid. She had never tasted a dish like this afterward. Could the chef Carl invite be Wills, who had made that dish for her? Hope rose in Violet's eyes. Her tightly closed mouth finally opened, seeming like she wanted to try the cherry tomato. "Vi, take a bite. Even if you're not hungry, the baby is hungry now."

The best thing to do was evoke some other emotion—direct them on a different course than the one that made them spiral. Redirection, hydration, and sugar—lots of sugar. Mykelle clearly didn’t get the memo that she wasn’t wanted here, because she met us back at my mother’s estate and followed us into the house. After plying Violet with a few peanut butter cups and questioning her about her sudden friendship with Mykelle—a friendship I knew was nonexistent—I managed to pull her from her head. She had wrinkled her nose at me, scowling as she said, “…what on earth makes you think Mykelle and I are friends?”

Hahaha She looked into her bag then dipped her hand into it and brought out two bars of candy Cindy: chocolate 🍫 or vanilla? Blue: huh? Cindy : we'll just break the two bars into two, so the both of us could have both chocolate and vanilla. She did so and handed them over to Blue. She began to eat hers immediately and Blue tried to eat it too Blue: wow, delicious. It's even better than water Lilly seeds Cindy: what's water lily seeds. Blue: uhmm, a plant that grows in water Cindy : your house might have been close to a river or lake right?

The blue matches his eyes. “Let us show them.” We cook. Team. I mix the batter. Eggs. Milk. Flour. Vanilla. Fluffy. Perfect. He heats the pan. Butter. Sizzle. Golden. I flip. High. Catch. Lila claps. “Again!” she says. Zephyr makes compote. Berries in pot. Blueberries. Strawberries. Sugar. Lemon zest. Boil. Thick. Red. Shiny. Smells sweet. “Taste,” he says.