Willy Wonka Blueberry Novels & Stories

Come sit," I say, and she obeys. I lift the lid of the platter, the delicious aroma of honeysuckle pancakes filling the place. Her eyes become teary. Good Lord, this wife of mine. I lean down and drop a kiss on her cheeks. "Don't you dare start crying, woman." She shoves me away and giggles. "I don't want to cry." "Yeah, sure you don't, honey," I sass, making her snort again. "Oh my, are those muffins?!" she squeals, her eyes pinging between mine and the muffins. "Blueberry muffins, to be exact." I flash a smile, hearing my own cockiness. I had been perfecting Coco's delectable blueberry muffins recipe for the past week, and now I'm certain that I'm a pro… hopefully.

"What? Blue. Why?" "What's my favorite food?" "Watermelon and vanilla ice cream." "Exactly! Not lemons! How many times have I read A Farewell to Arms?" With a huff, Lily rolled her summer sky blue eyes. "At least a million. What's your point, Evie?"

I murmured, and his eyes closed briefly, almost as if he was soaking in the compliment. "All done!" Mrs. Vee suddenly announced next to me, and a small smile formed on my lips when I turned to look at what she had spread out in front of us. Mrs. Vee had gone all out, packing potato chips, zip-locked bags filled with sliced apples, strawberries, sandwiches, crackers, chocolate cookies, some bottles of water for everyone to sip on, and lastly, some of her famous blueberry muffins. "Here." I passed Gabriel a bottle of water and opened mine. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, watching intently the way his throat moved as he swallowed the water.

I muttered but the room was so silent that everyone heard me or I thought they did since their necks snapped in my direction. “What did you say?” Mr Benson said, his smile falling off his face. “Huh?” I said quickly, acting oblivious. “You muttered something. I want to know what you said." “Oh, don't mind Viana. She's a sucker for ice cream. She's probably wondering which flavours to get. I did hear her mention blueberries. She's also a weird one. She gets all the weirdest flavours.” Alvin's father looked at me with scrutiny for a second before laughing. My mother and even Alvin joined in shaking his head at my weird tastes.

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.

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.

“I need help. This is melting, and I need you to help me.” I sighed. “Then go put it back so it won’t melt. I can be there in a second to help you track down some rocky road in a blue container.” Mrs. Carrot spoke up. “Oh, a blue container? If you like non-dairy products, there’s a rocky road in a nice light blue container at the end of the aisle, on the left. It’s tucked beside the sherbets.” Were these people fucking serious right now?