Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

Wilma opened her eyes quickly when she woke up inside the tent with an unfamiliar sight. It took the young lady a moment to remember that she was in another world and inside the new magic tent she had gotten from the merchant last night. Remembering the Marc merchant family, Wilma immediately got up from her sleeping bag and cleaned herself with cleaning magic. She was afraid of being left behind if he slept too long, she still had not mastered time in this world. Coming out of her tent, Wilma saw Marc's caravan of merchants making breakfast out of magic potatoes.

Chassy sassed and drank water from her tumbler. "You know, I can help you," the kid told her. She released air and chuckled. "How can a kid like you help me? You're gonna tell me a story? Or you gonna sing me a lullaby?" The kid just plastered a sweet smile towards her. "I'm here to ask you a question. If I give you a choice to make you happy for fifty-five times will you accept it? Or would you just continue finding your own happiness?" That question made her frown, confused for a moment. She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question.

Before being taken away by the police, she turned to look at me, her eyes full of undisguised hatred. I smiled and raised my hand, waving the smartwatch in my hand at her. Brandon, still shaken, asked me, "What was that evil spell she mentioned?"

Eyeing the title ‘otherworldly potions’ Skye eyed it weakly while pushing the voice’s comments away from him. “You can’t deny that you’ve been an ass to her” the voice commented as Skye took a book and skimmed it lightly. “Who writes a book about what is inside a snake?” Skye shook his head before placing the book back. “Those who want to know what parts can be useful” the voice said sounding as if they were shrugging. “Whatever” Skye looked around the area carefully, there had to be a clue somewhere but the question was what were the hints?

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

“I'll take you out to sweet swirls if you finish your food.’ Ivy didn't budge— at least not when a visit to her favorite ice cream store was on the line. Madame Browne noticing my gained pleasure from watching her endure having Ivy, immediately chimed in, “Don't worry about that. I'll take her to Willy Wonks. That is a much more better Ice cream factory with everything made out of chocolates.” “Yay!” Ivy squealed in delight. She smiled briefly at me, her gaze hiding a flicker of something way darker than the sweetness in her voice. Her gaze was hard on my skin, her expression dark and daring as if threatening me to push further but I didn't.

I chuckle. He bursts out laughing and sits on the bed and I place the pills Kyrah gave me on the nightstand. They're still in their tiny box, but Kye doesn't notice me placing them there, he's busy laughing. "What?" I frown. "It was such a cool dream." "What in the world is a Quasi... What?" he laughs again. "I know Willy Wonka though." "The amazing chocolateer!" I grin. "Yeah, but who or what is a Quasi... What did you just call it?"

Winky goes into a black hole and ends up in a wilderness he doesn't know where. “Open the gate!” the man ordered. Winky didn't know what the man meant, what gate he meant. Winky's hands were shaking. He was holding his wand but he wasn't good at chanting spells even though he was okay at memorizing them. He himself is still learning.

“You don’t know what it is, do you?” “I—no? Is that a kind of spell?” Cheyenne recoiled like she’d just been slapped. “Oh my goddess. You poor sheltered cinnamon roll.” “I am not a—what did you call me?” “First of all, rude. Second of all, sit down and prepare your soul. Because I am about to educate you in the fine cinematic masterpieces that are Tangled, Moana, and Mulan.” “Why do they all sound like weird warrior names?”

He dipped in the cake and I took it from the fork. He smiled at me as I chewed it “good girl” he mumbled and I have no idea why that made me blush “do you like chocolate?” he asked “yeah, do you have a chocolate fountain?” I asked and he laughed “no, but I can get one before tomorrow” he said and I smiled, rich people 🌸🌸🌸 Wilbur Tonight, my joy knows no bounds. Seeing her sitting beside me is like a fairy dream. I guess I really owe Wini one