Willy Wonka Mrs Beauregarde Novels & Stories

She exclaimed with an excited squeal. I tilted my head in confusion, “Really?” “Of course girl, I told you, he’s so into you.” She gushed dramatically. “Alright dear, you should go , don’t keep them waiting. I will prepare some snacks and bring them along.” Ma’am Serena offered with a smile. I muttered a thank you before Becca squealed again and took my hands, pulling me out of the kitchen. I got to the Veranda and Becca was right; there was a lot of gifts bags, wow!.

*CORA* "Mrs Godoy."Someone called from behind me. I glanced back and saw Winnie walking up to me. "I made your favorite red bean cake.Give it a try."As she spoke,she placed the cake on the table. The color was bright and mouthwatering. With a faint smile,I said."Thank you,Winnie.Please have a seat and chat with me.I'm really bored sitting here alone." Winnie smiled back and sat beside me. "Have some cakes too."I handed the cake to her.

Vivienne carried Mira up the final steps as though the little girl weighed nothing, her voice soft as she whispered promises of rooms filled with treasures. The grand double doors swung open, revealing the lavishly prepared foyer, gleaming marble, towering arrangements of roses and lilies, and servants lined neatly in a row. But Mira saw none of the grandeur, her gaze darted straight to the enormous plush bear propped at the end of the hallway, and her little squeal echoed off the high ceilings.

She smirked and nodded, then she took her phone and dialed a strange number. Mrs. Walter was just heading inside when she found two leather Gucci bags by the entrance. Uncle Mark rushed down the stairs, humming a sea melody. Her eyes fixed on his beaming face. "Shit! You scared me," he yelled, as he froze on the steps. Mrs. Walter smiled, then stared at the bags.__"So... you're off then?" she asked. Uncle Mark cleared his throat, his eyes glancing at her as he walked toward the entrance. He gazed at one of the maids passing by holding a tray.__ "Yeah! This place haunts me," he gasped, fixing his hands in his pockets.

“That’s nothing. Enjoy the party, but I’d like you to keep an eye on Brianna so that Nathalie isn’t the only one looking at my granddaughter. There are a lot of people there.” “Yes, Madame!” Donna replied warmly. “I’ll keep a close eye on Brianna. “Thank you. Alright, I’m really going now,” Mrs. Beatrice said, as she took her leave of us. Everyone fell silent as Madame Beatrice stepped out here in the sitting room, the surrounding area became noisy again. The makeup artist instinctively touched her chest. “It’s really true then, Madame Beatrice Watson’s aura is sophisticated, yet intimidating.” “That’s right,” the hairstylist chimed in. “I thought she was going to eat me alive with that star

"Ladies, have you tried the cake? Paige and I baked cookies and cup cakes." "Um, that's great." Mrs. Scarlet tasted a piece of cake and complimented it. She had to admit that Paige was very good at cooking. After all, she was from the countryside, so she was good at cooking from a young age. "Fahasa, come sit here." Mrs. Gwen was Mr. Richard's wife, and she was quiet and gentle. She softly called her daughter to sit down next to her, then motioned for her to give the gift she had prepared.

~ CASSANDRA ~ "Hi, I'm Ronnie... Beau's wife. The pack Beta," the red-haired, fringe-haired lady greets me with a charming smile on her face. It's morning, and nothing prepares me for the number of knocks I'll get today. First, it was the maid from yesterday bringing me breakfast, whom I found out was named Mabel. Then, it was a housekeeper coming to clean the room. And right now, this is the third time I'm opening the door.

The sound of tinkling silver bells echoed in his ears. Once he regained his balance, Wilbur saw a woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere holding the larva he had guarded all night. "Who are you?" The woman stood a few steps away from Wilbur. She was dressed in an intricate embroidered dress, her lengthy hair pinned with a silver hairpin. There was a silver bell collar around her neck, and a small basket on her back. She smiled innocently. "Me? I'm Eugenie Landon." Wilbur was not interested in who she was. He had guarded the larva all night and could not let someone else take it away like this.

She frowned. Betty shook her head. “That is not what I meant.” “Then… what do you mean? And why are you frowning like you walked into a disgusting sight?” Mrs. Williams looked at her. “You do know this GG is Gina Greenwood, the one my brother brought back, right?” Betty asked, wondering why her grandma would ask such questions. Could it be that brother fooled her? Knowing her grandma, she knew the woman always appreciated talent. “Yes, I know,” Mrs. Williams answered.

“Mrs. Gable, my name is Dr Wanni. I hear you are giving my colleague a hard time.” “She wants to hurt me!” The old woman insisted. “Nonsense,” Wanni said as she picked up the syringe expertly. “She wants to make you better. Now, you have two choices. You let me do this quickly, and then I will have the nurse bring you the special lemon pudding from the kitchen. Or, you can fight, and I will have to call in two orderlies to hold you down, and you will get no pudding. So which will it be?”