Wonka Candy Room Novels & Stories

“I'm Isabelle, Dr. Nelson's secretary.” “Nice to meet you, Isabelle.” She led me through another corridor that only had one door. She knocked twice before a voice answered from the other side. “Come in.” Isabelle opened the door, and I stepped in. I gulped as I heard the door close behind me. It was just me and the doctor. The first thing I noticed was an enormous picture of Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka. What an odd item to have in an office. Below that great photo was an even bigger table than the one in the waiting room. It had even more treats and trinkets too. Gummy worms, jelly beans, lollipops, M&Ms, skittles—if it's sweet, it was there in a jar.

"I might even have some cookies hidden around here somewhere." Famallumi's head popped up from behind one of his heavy tomes. "Cookies? You would not have any more of those oatmeal ones with the raisins in them, would you?" Wanda giggled as she waddled over to one of the cabinets. "You may be in luck. Let me see."

I announced as I opened the room and Kai’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. “Is that a damn huge chocolate fountain ?” he squeaked. “Yes,” I said and the moment the word came out of my mouth, my childish mate threw his hands up in the air and trotted towards the said fountain, lapping his tongue in it. “I think I can live here all my life,” he announced as he leaned back after having his fill. “You will get sick in two days,” I chuckled. “C’mon you haven’t seen the moving bar, illusion room, lost library, garden of Eden and finally, our bedroom where I will keep you caged beneath me !” I chuckled and pulled up my laughing mate.

Elle sighs, “But I want you to go back prepared. I don’t know what we are sending you back to. Charity, can you get her some stuff from the war room?” “Of course,” I nod, a little giddy to be in there with all the cool gadgets and toys. “Come on, Nora, let’s get you some goodies.” I lead her upstairs to the giant room. I put in my access code, the doors sliding open to reveal the space. Weapons of varying size, and type line, the walls. I explain the different gizmos and gadgets, unable to hide my giddiness about being here. “Has anyone ever called you barbie assassin? Because they should.”

I say to myself as I look at all the expensive looking furniture, art, and decorations. The theater room is truly amazing. The screen is huge and the black chairs recline, purple curtains that sashay down the walls, there is even a large black sectional that I'm sure we could all fit on. The sound of popping and the smell of butter alert my attention to the back of the room where Jordan is at one of those old fashioned popcorn machines. All around it is a wall full of treats like M&M's, Snickers, Twix, Swedish Fish, Red Vines, and so much more. It's like a fat girl's paradise.

It is a small apartment of less than 60 square feet in an old-fashioned residential building, with poor lighting. Candy Hall was arranged by Marisa Darcyto live here, has been a whole month, the stomach is getting bigger and bigger, but the mood is getting worse and worse, before the white fat cheeks have long lost weight, and malnutrition wax yellow. She couldn't stand this kind of day, but she didn't dare to go out easily for fear of being discovered by the Wright Family, so she secretly contacted Yellow Hair while Marisa Darcywas out on an errand. The bedroom was in the midst of excitement when the doorbell suddenly rang outside.

It is a small space with shelf-covered walls. There are glass bowls on the shelves, each one of them containing different colors of sweets. Lemon-shaped yellow candies, caramel-flavored sticks, colorful lollipops, red and white sugar canes...Candace enjoys the view and looks at them with enthusiasm. This is a delightful opportunity to act like a little girl who needs her daddy to take care of her. "Ah, sir! They look incredible." She bites her bottom lip and turns around to face the man who watches her intensely. "May I try one of them?"

It's a giant place with pink walls. "We haven't even walked in and I already feel better. Thanks for bringing me here," I mumble happily and get out of Grayson's horrible car. Candy Lane is the biggest sweet shop in ever, they have all kinds of sweet things, from candy to frapuchinos to cakes. As soon as we are seated, a very animated waitress serves us and we place our orders, but Grayson refuses to tell us his plan until we are eating. While I wait for what I ordered, I walk over to the candy section and buy some popsicles, because the ones I got from that nice cab driver are all gone. I'm not proud of that.

I could move my hand! I wasn’t tied and I wasn’t in some basement with a leaking pipe and dead rotten rodents!!! My eyes greedily took in the view in front of me. With everything that I took in my eyes widened another fraction to the point I believed they would pop out of their socket. Damn. One thing was for sure it’s not the Isyanov’s that caught me. They are never this hospitable with their welcome. But the whole room was fu*king pink! Like a Barbie room! Even the décor was like a 10-year-old Barbie+Pink obsessed lassie! Damn! Did I get in the hands of a psycho, who wants to fulfill his Barbie fantasies?!

He didn't leave the citadel though, he just went to a hidden private room. The room's called Mommy Room. He made few swipes on the electric door before he could open it with his heartbeats count. The room's not too big, not small either. Dark in contrast with his white suit, but when he turned on the moderate lights, it was better. A oakwood table stood in the middle of the room, and on top of it, there's a plate of cold refrigerated black chocolate with fork, and minimal packs of wasabi peas.