Wonka Candy Room Novels & Stories

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.

"Sounds good. I am going to get you back, by the way." He moved back and smiled. "Oh yeah? For what?" She walked toward the additional room and spoke over her shoulder. "For wagging your naked ass in front of me earlier." "I can't wait..." *** Kari The small room was filled with various treats, the tangy smell of citrus rushing up to greet her. She stopped at the counter, a large, older man walking out, his beard thick and white, reminding her of Santa Claus. He walked around the counter and pointed to the chocolates just beyond the glass.

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

"Madam, there's never a left over in this house. Would you like to look at the pantry instead? You might like some of the snacks there." I nodded in agreement and followed her to the pantry. The Rosen-Hower's pantry was like a supermarket. It was massive. I mean there's no place in this house that was not huge. I am tempted to ask the staff if they have a basket or a push cart. I scan the whole room to see if any packaging is familiar. In the end I ask the staff to help me. "Uhm. I want some Oreos please." "What kind of Oreos madam?"

Working with Emma was going to be a hell of a distraction, but it would be worth it. The Research and Development lab at Ashby Chocolates was not what Emma expected. It was a far cry from Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. There were no Oompa Loompas or chocolate River or edible plants. It was just a lab — stark and white and filled with scientific equipment. And Jake Campbell.