Willy Wonka x Female Reader "I wonder what Willy Wonka looks like?" Charlie asked, "I guess we'll have to wait and see." I said smiling at Charlie. I look to my right and see a tall, pale, young man, with brown hair, was standing there. He was wearing glasses so I couldn't see his eyes. Was he always there? But not gonna lie, he was cute. Willy Wonka's POV I couldn't help but stare at her. She was so beautiful, my eyes scan her face then slowly trailing down her neck to her collar bone. Her shirt was revealing her cleavage so I couldn't help stare down there, she looked so cute and sexy in that shirt.

Dead silence. Murmurs of the trees seemed to sense the danger it brought as they quieted. Rustling of leaves eased, unforgiving wind calming down. Again, it's that time of the season. It's feeding.

"Why are you here?" "You called for me, young warlock. I've heard a lot about you from The Beyond. Thank you for summoning me into your world, by the way" he smirked at me, so close now I could feel his breath on my face. I'd hoped I would never see one of his kind. And I wish I never had. ~~~ As a kid, Storm has never had much freedom. He wasn't allowed to go to school until year seven because his father was afraid he'd reveal himself to the general population, the humans, the people Storm and the others of his kind are sworn to protect. Because Storm isn't an ordinary nineteen year old, as much as he'd love that to be the case. He's a warlock in training, taking a sports course during the day and learning magic with his father at night. He's always been a sensible boy, until he made the greatest mistake of his life... A mistake he may live to regret for eternity.

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜 ,𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 😳

"Why are you so afraid to look at me?" Completed ☘︎ 1/17/2021 #1 Dreamnap ☘︎ 2/18/2021 & 3/16/2021

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

I let out a soft pant, falling back looking up at the male letting out a growl to me seeming tough, but it seemed more like a puppy trying to play to the alpha above me and I can tell by the soft chuckle he let out as an amused smirk overtakes his face. I glare, crawling into a corner squeaking before letting out a low whine as I'm lifted up as if I'm a feather, which I am not, I am a wolf, I am no feather, "Look at me puppy." I hear the low voice in my ear forcing me to shudder.

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 '𝖘𝖎𝖗'

"I can make your dreams turn into reality."