Willy Wonka Fan fic. Read to find out. Please give it a shot. You won't regret it. \-------/ Jack is the girl whom grew up with Willy and helped him on every step of the way while making his dream come true. They fell in love and had everything they wanted, except the factory of Willy and Jack's dreams. When Willy gets the chance to make the factory, he is told that he cannot bring Jack along. She told him to follow his dreams and go to make the factory. After he closed it and opened it again, 15 years later. He gave the golden tickets. While Jack was helping out her old friend Joe and his poor family. What happens when she gets a chance to see him again? Find out on this Not so Sweet Fairytale that might just turn out ok. ------- Jack is my only original character. All right reserved. I DO NOT OWN CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY The rest belong to whoever made Charlie and the Chocolate factory 2005. Also most of the script also is directly from the movie.

For centuries, the royal family of Aridia has hosted The Choice, the competition where the eligible daughters of the Nobles of Aridia, come together to vie for the hand of the heir to the throne. This year, Prince Carlos is the heir to the throne and is in need of a suitable wife. As well as the Kingdom of Aridia, which is in need of the entertainment and excitement that comes along with The Choice. Lady Madeline Prowess is...not a lady. She enjoys climbing trees, riding on her wild horse and definitely doesn't resemble the ladies that she's supposed to compete against- with her lack of curves and unruly hair. She surely doesn't want to slave away in front of a prince she doesn't care about. But, The Choice isn't what Madeline thinks it is. The palace is full of lies, deceit, betrayal and sabotage as each girl tries to win the hand of the ice cold Prince.

***Upload: 2-3 chapters each week*** Pierce Steel is the CEO of the Steel Corporations. He has the status, money, and success that came along his name. To the media, he is the successor of the Steel enterprise. To his fans, he is the bachelor everyone wanted. However, what people didn't know was that he is secretly married. One requirement to inherit the family company was to marry a wife his father chose for him. Other than his marriage, Pierce felt satisfied; however, deep down he was unhappy. That might be why he escaped his married life for five years. Melanie Steel, a world-renowned forensic scientist, married Pierce. For most of this marriage, she felt alone emotionally and physically. To fill this void, she solved cases and helped many families get the answers they need. If she were just an ordinary girl, she would have left already; however, she wasn't. She had a secret. ***Come read about Pierce and Melanie's love story and the twists and turns they went through to finally admit to each other their love.**** Sneak Peek: "Melanie, you are my wife and we also have a son together! Yet, you still won't allow me to touch you?!" Pierce said while trying to lunge at Melanie. "Weren't you the one who said that I was only your wife by contract and you promised you won't touch me because you weren't interested. Also, even though we have a son together, we had him by in vitro fertilization you only provided a sperm, nothing else. So there is no need to bring him up. " Said Melanie sassily, she felt satisfied looking at Pierce's frustrated face. "Do you know what I see hitting on you?" "What?" "Karma," Melanie said while strutting away in her red heels. .....

[Second book from MRS HOTSHOT CEO series] Arranged Marriages arent that boring if you can stand up and smack your arrogant hot husband. Who cares if he owns a large company and if it would strangle his male ego? In the end, Love is the only salvation for him. But isnt the web of love complicated by commitments, something Mr Oliver Jarvis Anderson isnt well versed in? A tale of Love and Marriage intertwining with bite sized quarrels and heartbreaks.

Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

I hadn't always dreamed of a man to sweep me off my feet and propose underneath the twinkling moonlit stars. Yet, I hadn't ever dreamed of a god in form of a man to knock me off my feet and practically reject me, a few days after being accused and punished for causing my parents' brutal murder. But, I had always expected one thing. A man, a god, a being of an extraterrestrial manner incorrigible to the mere mortals scattered around this wicked world we call ours. I had expected him. He is the King of all Alphas. The one who rules above all forms of authority. His snarl alone was enough to send a grown man to his feet, his eyes alone enough to twist anyone into fear of no other experienced before. He was a monster. I, his mate. He was heartless. But, so was I. - © Luna Queen (2015) Victoria Leslie Khan