Wonka Chocolate Novels & Stories

And that is when I saw Marcus’ eyes glint— he wants to have these candles as well. P.S.: the Choco Coffee Bean Treats idea was borrowed from a cartoon I watched on Youtube... if my memory serves me right, I think its called 'Cafe Wingcle'... it was a cute and good cartoon... anyways, thank you for reading, and sorry for the slow updates.

“Will you come with me?” There was a long pause. Then he nodded, his voice soft. “Alright.” Zack pulled the car around. As we drove, Kane wore a low cap and a mask, clearly uncomfortable being in public. I slipped on a mask too, and we slipped into the mall without drawing attention. At the entrance, the smell of sweet cream hit me like a memory to the face. There it was. The Cake Boutique. Black Forest. The one cake I could never have. My feet stopped before I realized it, eyes locked on the glass display. There it sat—rich chocolate, creamy layers, glossy cherries on top.

"I got you a mountain of dark chocolate bricks. The scroll said chocolate makes female wolves happy and stops the body pain." It looks like the King literally raided an entire market stall for me. "

“From Willy Tonka’s chocolate factory?” He laughs. “Tonka beans are the seeds from the kumaru tree from South America. They look like raisins.” “What do they taste like?” “Vanilla with a touch of spice and tobacco. They’re illegal in the U.S.” “Why?” “They contain a chemical compound that’s toxic when consumed in high quantities. You’d have to eat a shit-ton of dessert to get into trouble, though.” “We’ve got to try that, then. As well as the chocolate crémeux, it has banana bread, whipped milk jam, and salted caramel ice cream. I don’t even know what whipped milk jam is, but it sounds amazing.”

Given what she’d survived, I couldn’t hold it against her. “He worked at the Sutton candy factory.” I pointed my spoon at her sugar monument. “Considered himself Willy Wonka. He didn’t make the candy, but he always said Wonka had the Oompa Loompas handle that anyway. He was in packaging – or as he put it, he made sure kids got excited just holding chocolate in the candy aisle. He loved the simplicity. Candy makes people happy.” “I bet your house was the place for Halloween trick-or-treating.” Constance added another mountain of sprinkles to her bowl.

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.

“ Ha ha ha ! Well , I hope you enjoy the chocolate . “ said Aron . She had already opened the chocolate and was eating it . “ Oh my………..this chocolate is superb . This is the best chocolate that I have ever eaten . What kind of mark is this chocolate ? “ said Ayla looking at the sheet on the chocolate . “ It’s a very expensive chocolate . A pack of those chocolates costs two hundred thousand dollars . “ said Aron making Ayla cough . She looked at the chocolate with a terrified expression . “ Are you telling me this chocolate is that expensive ?!!!…..Are you kidding me ? “ asked Ayla with a frozen expression . “ Your reaction is really funny . “ said Aron laughing . “ My family would be able

Perhaps the toes of their own shoe from an infant curiosity, or a fingernail of their own wedged in their nostril. She let a long breath out, the bottle slippery from the growing moisture that ran down the glass before she inhaled and brought the bottle back to her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied that she had barely consumed a quarter of the neck, and still had a generous amount of what tasted like tangy, juiced grass to drink before she would allow her birthday to be over- you don't turn three-hundred-and-sixty-five full days older every day, after all.

We walk into the gas station and Kayla says, "Pick your poison. I'm buying, birthday girl". I think pure chocolate is the best thing for me, so I grab a king size chocolate bar nothing else in it... just straight chocolate. Kayla looks at it and says, "You got it. I just hope you don't make yourself sick before the fun tonight." I shake my head as I wait for her to pay for it and say, "Not going to happen. I plan on trying to make this last all day". She laughs and we go to school.

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?"