Willy Wonka Blueberry Novels & Stories

he squealed licking his lollipop enjoying the sweet candy to its fullest. His face was glistening in the light. Raven clucked his tongue noticing how gruesomely his fingers were wet with the candy’s stickiness. “What is this! Yuck, bad baby” He shook his head when Billy stretched his hands out bringing his father’s notice ‘a blue band’ that was placed around his wrist.

Vince said, his tone professional yet distant. Blueberry nodded, signaling her assistant to bring her luggage. As she walked behind the butler, her eyes greedily scanned the Grayson Manor. This was her first time inside. Everything—the modern architecture, the manicured gardens, the sheer aura of power—was foreign to her. But not for long, she thought, a spark of predatory ambition lighting her eyes. Sooner or later, I will be the mistress of this house. The Battle for the Second Floor Inside the villa, before Vince could even offer a room, Blueberry’s assistant, Winnie, spoke up. "Butler, our Blueberry needs to stay in the room right next to Liam Jr."

Sabrina cut in again, turning to Enz, dramatically pulling out a hand lotion. Honestly, Sab could be over-the-top and funny. And somehow, she didn’t look forced at all. I liked her already. Enz opened the lotion, squeezed some into his palm, then Violet’s. They rubbed their hands together and leaned in to smell it. “Well?” Sabrina asked. “Mmm,” Enz hummed. “It smells like blueberries and something warm… I love it.” “Yeah,” Vi added. “Where’d you get this?” Sab squeaked in excitement. “Right down the other side of the street. They give really good discounts too.” She shook the globe proudly.

Ava and Jenny started running around the orchard once they got used to the new place. The blueberries in the orchard were large, round, and deep blue in color. I picked one and put it in my mouth. When Ava saw me doing that, her eyes widened and she pointed at me, shouting to Atlas, "Daddy, Mommy’s eating blueberries without even washing them! That’s so unhygienic.” Atlas had one too, and looked utterly delighted. Ava was even more confused. "Uh, Daddy..." I picked an even bigger blueberry and offered it to her. She blinked her big eyes, gazing at me for a moment before opening her mouth to take it. Her face scrunched up in delight.

We all try the rest of the cookies and finish our glasses of milk. Mr. Thorne passes Mr. Montgomery the list and he reads it out loud. "Okay so strawberry cheesecake is a yes, lemon is a maybe, blueberry is a no, chocolate chip is a obvious yes, cookies and cream is a maybe, macadamia nut is a yes and finally red velvet is a yes." "No Blueberry cookies?" Mr. Montgomery looks at Mr. Everhart. I finish the essay and switch the document from editing to suggesting. "Blueberry was okay but I didn't like the aftertaste" I explained then pass my laptop to Mr. Beaumont.

Hugging Nanny's waist in agreement, Lin Yilan went to her room to freshen up briefly, changed into a long dress, and was immediately drowned in a dazzling array of delicious food. Looking at the mountain of food on the dining table, and then at the smiling old nanny beside her, Lin Yilan took a deep breath and buried her head in eating. By the time the final dessert was served, she could barely stand up. "Nanny—" It wasn't spoiling; she truly had the will but not the strength. Her gaze swept over the sweet-smelling dessert and paused. "Madeleine Flambé Blueberry Cake?" Old Maya was quite proud. "It's exactly Little Yilan's favorite blueberry cake."

Adam and I took the plantain, with each share turn my turn, I moaned in, a little bit, I did not want to warrant any awkward situation at this moment. The pancakes was too sweet on my tongue. I wanted to take each and every moment in me to taste the succulent flavor. As usual, dad added in the blue berry flavored syrup. That was my favorite. At that moment, I was really tempted to moan out loud. I did not mind if anyone was going to look at me weirdly.

Isn’t it true that if something tastes bad, it’s probably poisonous? But just as I was about to bring it up to my mouth, my eyes caught a glimpse of something even better. Blueberries! I ran over to the little bush, leaving the mushroom on the trunk. And, for once, I felt extremely fortunate when I discovered that there were more of those bushes a short distance away. My hands worked systematically through every tiny branch and leaf for the next hour or so, bringing the juicy berries into my mouth and suffocating my hunger. And by the time I’d gone through each one to make sure I had them all, the flavorful fluid had turned my fingers and, most likely, my lips purple.