Willy Wonka Chocolate Bars Novels & Stories

Clara was looking expectantly inside the shop as she craned her neck, checking if their order would arrive any time soon. Inside, there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable: Creamy chunks of butterscotch that changed color in every bite; hundreds of different kinds of chocolates in weird animal shapes arranged in neat rows that customers must be prepared to catch once it either leaped or flew; colorful candy necklaces which adjusted to the size of the neck; miniature candy cones; cans of slithering candy worms; cakes that could be ordered in towers or slices; and enchanted scrumptious beverages which kept on filling to the glass’ rim.

heading for the nearest bodega. The flowers that normally colorfully lined the outside of the small neighborhood market were gone due to the late hour, and the place looked quiet and dark. She walked in and headed straight for the wall with the long freezer. Oh, the possibilities. Chocolate? Caramel chocolate? Caramel, chocolate, and cookies? Mint chocolate chip? Vanilla bean? Chunky Monkey? Cherry Garcia? She read the titles over and over before choosing the winner: Pralines and Cream. Doing a happy dance, she closed the freezer door, whispering to the frosty container, “You’re coming home with me, you lucky dog.”

Wow I didn't see that coming. I took one of the large chocolate bars and shut the fridge before I actually fainted. This guy is nuts! Maybe he's so irritated, energetic and snappy because of consuming too much candy? I mean yeah, he got a couple of fruits, salads and non-fat yogurt, but really!? Was he in a secret partnership with Willy Wonka? I walked up and down chomping on that chocolate bar. Honestly, I was becoming frustrated being alone here, I didn't see any of them and the only person that seemed available was not available.

“I’ve already eaten far too many today, and I’d hate to see them go to waste.” “I want a chocolate one,” Riley said, his eyes as big as saucers. “Okay, there are a few different chocolate ones. There’s the chocolate, caramel, and marshmallow one, and there’s a wagon wheel one—” “Wagon wheel?” “You know, like the biscuit? It has chocolate strawberry jam and marshmallows. And then there’s chocolate mud and chocolate peanut butter.” “All of them,” Riley said. Rosie laughed. “I don’t think so. You can pick one for now and one for after dinner. What do you think your dad would like?”

It was the first time someone referred to him the way his title deserved. “Don’t be sad. Here, eat this.” She handed him a bar of chocolate, beaming. Not looking directly at her, he accepted it. “W-Why—why are y-you talking—talking to me?” He was shaking as he unwrapped the chocolate. “Why not?” Flipping her hair, she wrinkled her nose to the smell coming off from the chocolate. “So, you’re really going to eat it, huh?” Halfway through his mouth, Vladimir looked at the appetizing, square-like chocolate and was confused why Eleanor question him that way.

"That's your first step of doing the math. It's like the golden ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory." "What do multiplication facts have anything to do with Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory?" Lucy tried not to let out a loud hiss at her. "Alright, let's just start from the bottom. Start from the first rung of the ladder. Remember math is like a ladder, so don't you miss any of the rungs, or you're going to fall behind."

Liam answered, a trace of admiration in his voice. “That makes sense.” I don't think I would want to live that long. The owls gilded gracefully towards us, offering us snacks clutched their claws. Wilona accepted hers easily, while I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was being offered snacks by an owl. I managed to take the snack as they flew away. I unwrapped the snack, revealing what looked like candy. A witch offering candy. How familiar. Its taste was a symphony of deliciousness and creaminess, it was unlike any candy I had ever tasted before.

Once he was sure I was digging for food, he nodded and opened the door. “All right, I'll be back in a little while,” He said before leaving the room. I frowned as I continued pushing things aside until I finally found what I was looking for. I smiled as I pulled out a half-eaten candy bar. I licked my lips as I pulled the wrapper off, revealing a delicious Whatchamacallit candy bar, or what was left of it. I took a bite and happily hummed as I chewed the delicious sweetness of my favorite candy bar.

But there were still some items that were always present in the bag: Items like Chocó Milo; a small chocolate cube that melts in the mouth and left one with a sweet taste to relish, a ripe bunch of bananas with roasted groundnut that filled a bottle and some peeled balls of sweet oranges. Other items like Suya; a special delicacy peculiar to Nigerians sometimes made it into the goody bag. Roasted cashew nut, baked cakes and snacks of different shapes and sizes, packaged fruit juice and yourghurt drinks also made it into the goody bag, but not as often as the Chocó Milo, ripe bananas and sweet oranges.

—I'll give them the snacks so they can accommodate them and I'll make them the hamburgers and sandwiches. I had a bag of chocolates with me, it was the one that I had brought to Flavia; so I arranged them in the basket. Martha gave us two bags of chips, three bags of churritos, and two bottles of strawberry soda. The bottles were more or less big. He put three plates on the bar for us to pour the trinkets and two glasses. He also gave us four packets of Oreo cookies and two yogurts. "I prepared things for you." He goes to the kitchen.