As Charlie Bucket won the prize of being an heir with Mr.Wonka, Charlie's sister comes back home to find that the Bucket's home is no longer there. Miranda finally gets in contact with Charlie and is welcomed to visit the factory.

"How about it?"
The five demos were relatively short, just slightly longer combined than the main character demo. They had all passed in a sentence or two. Chen Da Ming looked towards the people he had come in with.
Everyone was nodding, expressing no issue with these demos. All that was left was to wait for the last few demos.
Although "Chocolate factory" wasn't as famous as studios led by celebrities like "Photosynthetic Block", "729 Sound Studios" and "Bian Jiang Studio", they were still very outstanding in the professional industry, with lots of high quality works in their name. They had incredible CVs, especially in the field of video games and animation, particularly preschool animation, a department in which they excelled greatly.
This was the main reason Chen Da Ming wanted to assign the post-production voice-overs to the Chocolate Factory. Of course, there was another reason. Chen Da Ming and Charlie were very familiar and felt he could get the highest quality of work at a good price. Making money was one thing, but the other was the hope that Chen Da Ming could successfully take over outsourcing for the company's post-production voiceover tasks.
In less than an hour, Charlie had returned with the six demos Meng Fan had recorded, and the other three samples sent by the CVs during this time. There were nine demos in total, which assembled most of the important roles from "Forest Exploration". The remaining roles could be adjusted at any time.
After hearing the demos, Chen Da Ming's eyes lit up. Looking at them again, five of these roles and the narrator had been voiced by one person. This came as a shock to him. It wasn't excessive for an animation to have five or six characters voiced by one person. The surprising thing was that each one had been done very well.
After receiving the demos, Chen Da Ming could let out a sigh of relief. He politely bantered with Charlie for a few more minutes and left, hurrying to take his demos back and secure the commission.
After it was confirmed, the Chocolate Factory could officially begin recording.
At this time, Meng Fan was still in the recording studio. He had just recorded the demo for the five roles and the narrator, but the system hadn't given him any experience yet. This made Meng Fan anxious, for he didn't know if it had been because the production side hadn't confirmed these samples, or if the demos had been forgotten at the Chocolate factory, or because...The Chocolate Factory wasn't going to get this job.
But what use was worrying about such things? He might as well ask the big-bearded youth accompanying him in the recording studio for some other suitable roles he could voice over for. That animation only had five or six roles, he might as well see what jobs he could do at the moment.
The bearded man had a name that didn't match his appearance, Lou Lan. At first glance, Meng Fan heard his name was Roulan. Carefully, he sounded like Loulan, before realizing his last name was Lou.
Lou Lan was very familiar with the business aspects of the studio and had a good pair of eyes and ears. In the last two hours, he had gained an understanding of Meng Fan's range, and when Meng Fan said he didn't care for the role, he suddenly began to blabber several roles, mostly characters from animations and games.
These roles were usually randomly assigned to the voice actors in the studio, like when an animation begins official recording and needed some supporting roles aside from the carefully selected main ones that could be voiced by anyone who was available. There were little words, and the requirements were low as well.
This was the same for video game characters as well.
At the moment, the mobile game market was popular, and there were way too many voice actors that needed to voice the NPCs.
After grasping a hold of the situation, Meng Fan bluntly requested for more roles right after Charlie returned.
Charlie heard this and naturally did not refuse. In two hours' time, Meng Fan had demonstrated skills that assured Charlie of his performance. He was happy to distribute more roles to Meng Fan, only...
"Little buddy, do you want to join our studio?" Charlie asked.
If Meng Fan didn't join the studio, Charlie wasn't going to give him so many roles. After all, there were several members of the studio waiting for these commissions to pay their bills. Why should he give them to a person who wasn't even part of the studio?
Meng Fan considered the offer. "Director, I'm currently a student and don't have much free time. I don't know what kind of requirements you have for joining. If there are some rigid requirements and restrictions, I'm afraid..."
Charlie immediately understood what he meant. He had seen all the shenanigans Meng Fan had been up to, and was able to grasp the specialties in his personality. Very fast, Charlie understood where Meng Fan was coming from. He smiled. "Signing with a studio won't impose any restrictions on you. Even if you accept voiceover commissions from other studios, our studio will help you accept and complete these commissions. Only, after signing with us, your commissions will be placed through us. The saying goes, the villain is always followed by a gentleman. There is always a charter for the distribution of assets, don't you think?"
Charlie had met Meng Fan in the neighborhood. To be able to live there, he was definitely very well off. Plus based on Meng Fan's other 'jobs', he didn't seem like a person who needed the money from voice acting to pay his bills—everyone knew it was hard to make money in this industry, at least big money—hence, he had to clarify this to Meng Fan.
"If you don't need money, I'll set money as the focus point."
Charlie had some debate skills about him. He didn't want to trick Meng Fan but only wanted to increase efficiency from another perspective.
Meng Fan looked through the contract. Indeed, there weren't many restrictions on his freedom. Only there was a point that stated: no matter what kind of commission he accepted, regardless if he had found it himself or the studio had found it for him, the studio would receive a brokerage commission. This clause might have been a restriction to other people, but it wasn't to Meng Fan.
To be honest, he was willing to voice-over roles for free as long as they were available, for he didn't need the money from this job. But he had stopped himself. This kind of thing was best kept private. Him needing money was a completely different matter from other people willing to give him money, so it was best to play by the rules. Money was one thing, but the worth was another.
Meng Fan thoroughly read through the contract again, confirming it was just a business link and signed the paper.
It wasn't a bad thing he had a studio accepting commissions on his behalf.
Was he not afraid of falling into a trap?
Meng Fan really wasn't.
"Welcome!"
After signing, Charlie was overjoyed, heavily shaking Meng Fan's hand.
The first sentence that came out of Meng Fan afterward was, "Can we continue voice acting?"
Charlie burst into laughter. "Of course!"
Charlie wasn't present for the following voiceovers. Instead, it was overseen by another studio member alongside the big-bearded Lou Lan.
One after the other.
Lou Lan and the staff member looked at each other. "Another voice acting freak!"
"Ding!"
Not long after, the system had judged ten completed voice acting roles, granting him the rewards from task phase 1 of [Studio Bug]. Points +10, voice acting skills +1.
The attribute 'voice acting skills' included standardized pronunciation, voice change technique, dialogue, mouth shape, dubbing performance, and imitation ability. Now, his tone and other related skills were all at a comprehensive level.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

The handsome Hollywood actor looked like a drowned mouse. His face was covered in dust, tears and snot. Jennifer was stupefied by his appearance. This was the first time she had ever seen him like this.
The clever director closed the door for them from outside hurriedly. When some curious people walked over, he explained with a satisfied expression on his face, "Qin Guan is getting ready for the next scene. He is a very dedicated actor. He never relaxes!"
Meanwhile, Brad couldn't even move after Qin Guan's fierce attack. His enemy had calmed down, fixed his soft, smooth wig, dusted off his pants and sat back down.
"What do you want then?" Qin Guan asked. "Do you want to go to court? My lawyer will send your company a formal letter accusing you of defamation and malicious personal attack. Any wounds on your body will be considered self-defense caused by your provocation."
"I know that you suffered no bone fractures. Any hospital will tell you the same thing. Unless you want to involve the media in the matter. This is my last film in America. I'm not afraid of anything."
He turned his eyes to Jennifer. He was a stranger after all, so he was worried that they would side against him.
Jennifer, who was a clever woman, knew what Qin Guan was thinking about. She turned and looked calmly at her husband, who was still on the floor.
"Nothing happened here today. My husband slipped and fell by himself as he entered."
Qin Guan smiled. He'd have to fall multiple times to end up in this state. Anyway, this is none of my business.
Qin Guan stood up and walked past the trembling body on the floor. He pushed the door open and left without looking back. Tim Burton, who was sitting not far from the lounge, grinned when he saw Qin Guan walk out unwounded. He walked over with his hands behind his back.
"Are you finished?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing here then, you bastard? Let's get to work! I'll ask Aniston to deal with this matter. You just concentrate on the film."
"Okay."
"Go to the set, quick! Attention, please! Next scene: the distressed mill-owner!"
Qin Guan got to work at his order. He was a professional actor after all.
They were already half-way through the film. Four of the five lucky children had been weeded out. The only one left was Charlie, the final winner who would get the chocolate factory. The catch was that Charlie would have to leave his family to live alone at the factory. The boy turned down the fortune.
His family was the most precious thing for him. This was exactly what Qin Guan lacked. He had parted with his father because of their conflicting opinions, but his father had been waiting for him all this time.
Kind little Charlie had warmed his frozen heart. Encouraged by the boy, he finally decided to meet his family. He looked nervous in the camera. He was not the calm owner of the world's biggest chocolate factory anymore, but an anxious boy who had been away from his parents for too long.
Qin Guan made the character come alive through his performance. His lips turned red to reflect the change of his mood.
He was wearing a formal outfit and carrying a golden stick, but he was so nervous that he unconsciously fixed his clothes as he knocked on the door.
As soon as the door opened, Qin Guan recognized the old man. Time had carved deep wrinkles on his face, but Qin Guan was old enough to read the expression in his father's eyes. It had been 20 years, so the man couldn't recognize him. As he was checking Qin Guan's teeth though, the old man's hands trembled.
He was a professional dentist, so his hands were always steady. That moment though, they shook before the familiar stranger.
"Are you..."
His father's hoarse voice expressed his deep love for his child. Qin Guan sat up on the chair tearfully. He was smiling brightly.
"It's me!"
"It's you!"
"I'm back, Papa!"
That was what he'd used to call him as a child. Some things did not change with age.
Willy Wonka let out his suppressed emotions after 20 years. His father's love was warm and restrained, silent and selfless.
This was Qin Guan's second film about family and fatherly love. The first film had showed that deep emotion directly, while this film portrayed fatherly love in a funny, almost absurd way.
The films' directors were different, but the leading actor was the same. Both films drew tears from the audience. The first one made people cry their eyes out, while the second one made them smile tearfully.
That warm scene was the last one. The cameras were shut off, and the lights were turned off. Everyone returned to reality. The child actors rushed over in tears and hugged Qin Guan. They had become good friends during that short time.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

'SO WHAT EXACTLY have you got in mind?' I asked Noah. He was putting plates in the dishwasher when I brought in a few empty glasses. Lee was outside in his car, fiddling with his new stereo. Brad was watching TV, the parents all talking about . . . well, whatever it was they talk about. I'd been waiting for the opportunity to talk to Noah alone.

He looked up, twisting his head to look under his arm, which was leaning on the counter as he bent to load the dishwasher.

'Earlier,' I explained, 'your texts said you had something in mind for later for me.'

'Oh, that.'

'Yeah, that. So are you going to tell me what it is?'

'Telling you would defeat the whole point of it being a "surprise", you know.'

'I had a feeling you'd say that,' I groaned, passing him the glasses. He put them in, then stood up and kicked the dishwasher closed.

Pulling me into his arms, he breathed in my ear, 'If I told you it involved Lee's present for you . . .' His lips brushed over my jaw.

I didn't know how to reply to that – but I couldn't have done so anyway; I seemed to have suddenly lost my voice.

Noah gave a quiet chuckle. 'That wasn't what I had planned, though,' he said, pulling back to give me that devilish smirk. 'I was going to take you somewhere. I know you'll love it. But it's got to be a surprise.'

'Right . . .' I racked my brain. I knew it couldn't be going to see the sunset or fireworks again; it had to be something different . . . but Noah seemed so full of surprises now, it could be anything.

'Although,' he said thoughtfully, 'if you do want to put Lee's present to use later on . . .'

I blushed, burying my face in his shoulder so he didn't see my blush. But he laughed and kissed the top of my head, his arms tight around me.

Ignoring his comment, I hugged him back. 'I love you.' The words were out of my mouth like a reflex, rolling off my tongue like they were the most natural three words in the world to say to my best friend's big brother.

He kissed the top of my head again and said, 'I love you more.' I shook my head into his shoulder.

We didn't say anything else. Just stood there in each other's arms, in our own little bubble.

'Oh! Sorry – don't mind me, just grabbing a drink!'

We pulled apart a little, and I saw June grabbing a glass of water. When she turned around, she gave us a smile – it wasn't one that said 'caught red-handed'; it was more like 'you kids are adorable'.

At least we hadn't been making out or anything.

Now, that would've been just plain awkward.

Noah's mom went back into the lounge and I looked back at him. 'So when are we going to this surprise place?'

'Now, if you want. It won't take too long.'

'Now? Really?'

He shrugged. 'If you want to go now, then sure.'

I grinned suddenly. 'Can I drive?'

'Drive to a place you have no idea about . . . Because that's such a smart idea, isn't it, Elle?'

'Well – you can tell me where to drive, right? Please, please, please?' I gave him my best, biggest grin, so excited at the prospect of taking my new car for a spin.

'All right, fine! But you can't blame me if you guess where we're going and it spoils the surprise, all right?'

I giggled. 'What is it with you and surprises, anyway?'

He shrugged. 'I thought it was more romantic than saying, "Hey, Elle, I'm going to take you to . . . to see the sunset and a firework display," and you've always loved those corny romance movies.'

'Well . . .' I bit my lip sheepishly. 'Okay, okay, I see your point. Let's go.'

'Impatient, much?'

'Okay, just take a left here . . . then second right. There should be a parking space there.'

I followed his directions, and wished I hadn't asked to drive here. I was so focused on not scratching the car that I had to keep my eyes on the road. I couldn't let my eyes roam around the streets and try to figure out where we were headed. I didn't recognize any of these roads – I didn't have any clue where he was leading me, and even less of a clue as to what this surprise was.

I found a space to park and got out of the car, hearing Noah's door slam shut too.

'All right, then,' I said, unable to rein in a grin. 'Lead the way.'

He smirked, and grabbed my hand as he stepped up onto the sidewalk beside me, linking our fingers together. Our arms swung like a pendulum as we walked back in the direction we'd come from.

Looking around, I realized we were no longer in the city, or even a town. Some of the houses seemed to have been converted – the ground floor occupied by a florist's shop, or a baker's. I still had no idea where we were, but it looked nice. There were a few trees planted on random squares of grass, and flowers blooming on the windowsills. There were a few people milling around, one or two dog-walkers amongst them, and the occasional car driving past.

It was a quaint little village. I heard church bells peal somewhere off in the distance, as if to echo my thought.

I turned back to Noah, who caught my eye and gave me that half-smile, half-smirk, like he thought keeping me in the dark about where we were going was funny.

I smiled back, squeezing his hand.

'Here we are.' He stopped, and I took a step back, letting him lead me into the shop we stopped outside. There was a dark green awning over the doorway, casting a shadow over Noah's face as he pushed open the door. A bell tinkled – it was a cute kind of sound, reminding me of the fairy in Peter Pan.

Then it hit me. The smell.

It was a gorgeous aroma: sweet vanilla, strong cocoa, the hazy sweetness of melted sugar, and the all-round stomach-rumbling, mouth-watering scent of chocolate. It drifted out of the shop the second Noah opened the door, blasting me full-force and making me gasp.

I stepped inside ahead of Noah, who held the door open for me. Only a few months ago, I remembered going into his house behind him to see Lee. He knew I was there, but didn't even think of holding the door for me – just let it swing shut for me to catch on the way in. He didn't do it out of spite: it was just Noah Flynn being typical Noah Flynn.

But I didn't miss the way he held the door for me now. It seemed so trivial, so unimportant, but I shot him a smile nonetheless.

Then I let the smell of the chocolate wash over me again. The shop was lit by warm, firelight-yellow lamps. On the floor was a dark, mahogany-colored carpet, and the walls were a soft cream color. There was a counter with a cash register on it – some childish part of me was delighted to see that it was a really old cash register, the kind that had buttons like an ancient typewriter and made a loud ring when you opened the drawer.

The shop looked as sweet as it smelled, and as I turned in a slow circle, my mouth forming an O and my eyes widening in sheer awe, I saw all the chocolates.

I didn't know what to do – where to look first; what to say to Noah.

'Hello, dears!' trilled a voice. It was the sort of voice you knew belonged to an old person, and when I looked up from the pralines lined up on the glass counter, I saw a woman who was in her sixties or seventies. She was just the kind of person you could picture owning a candy store.

She was plump, with really rosy cheeks, and dark gray hair pulled back into a bun, wispy strands escaping around her face. She wore jeans and a white cotton blouse, with a bright pink apron tied that was stained with chocolate and sugar and cream, icing and syrup and fudge. Some of it looked almost decades old, like it was a part of the apron itself, but some had clearly been slopped down her that morning.

'Hi,' Noah said, strolling past me. 'I called ahead, earlier? My name's Flynn.'

'Oh, of course, of course! I remember. I've got it right here for you, dear! Just give me two seconds!' The woman gave a motherly smile, before bustling backwards, knocking over a stack of cardboard boxes as she did so. Luckily, it sounded like they were all empty.

'Whoops-a-daisy!' She shoved them back into place, laughing at her own clumsiness. As she retreated out of sight, I heard her humming tunelessly to herself in the back of the shop.

'You called ahead?' I asked, and Noah turned to look at me. I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. 'How'd you even know about this place, anyway?'

'I, um . . .' He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. 'Remember when – no, you probably don't – but when we were really little, I read that book, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I kind of got it in my head that I wanted to go to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, and my mom – and your mom, I remember, she tagged along too – my mom brought me here because she said it was close enough. I remembered about it a couple of years back and took a bus up here to find it again.'

It took a minute to sink in. For one thing, it was so un-Flynn-like for him to disclose a personal memory like that; for another, thinking of him as such a cute little kid wanting to visit Willy Wonka made me want to giggle. Not in a mean way – in a cute way.

Though I didn't think he'd appreciate me mentioning the cuteness.

So instead I said, 'I remember. I wanted the book for a school project. There were no copies left in the library, and Lee told me you had one so there was no point in buying it, and you wouldn't let me have it.'

'Oh, yeah.' He laughed and bit his lip, looking a little sheepish. 'What was my excuse again?'

'You didn't have one,' I said after a moment. 'You just wouldn't let me.'

He nodded. 'That sounds about right.'

'You really wanted to go to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory?' A little teasing note had crept into my voice, my smile spreading wider again.

'I was like, eight, okay? Give me a break.'

We both laughed, just as the woman came back holding a big, flat white box with a purple ribbon around it. 'Here you are!'

Noah clasped his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth briefly on his heels.

I got the message, and jolted. 'They're for me?'

'What, did you think I really forgot to get my girlfriend a birthday present?' He gave me a devilishly handsome grin, and the old woman laughed kindly.

'Well, it – it just didn't occur to me earlier.'

'Shelly. I have always got you a birthday present.'

'You got me a whoopee cushion one year.'

'It was still a present. And I was a twelve-year-old boy that year, if I remember. Did you expect me to buy you something nice or meaningful?'

I laughed. 'Well, no.'

'And you really think I just forgot you, this year especially?'

I shrugged sheepishly. When he hadn't given me a present earlier, I didn't exactly ask him where it was. For one thing, it would've been incredibly rude. But when he said in his text that he had 'something in mind for the birthday girl', I thought maybe he'd take me out somewhere, even if only to make out, instead.

I took the box from the lady. 'Thanks.'

'One of everything in there,' she said. 'Well, as much as I could fit in two layers. But I made sure you got the nicest things. You're not allergic to nuts, are you, dear?'

'N-no.' I only stammered because she spoke pretty darn fast – with an excitement that seemed to be part of her warm personality.

She smiled. 'Good, good, good! Well, feel free to have a look around – unless you're not stopping. In which case, I'll ring up that order for you right now.'

'Uh . . .' I looked at Noah. I had no idea if we were just here to pick this up, or if he had any other plans. I mean, he was full of surprises these days.

He put up his hands and shook his head, giving me a small smile. 'You've got the car keys.'

I bounced around on my toes at that, beaming brightly. 'Oh yeah!'

'Tell you what's really good,' the lady said, pottering over to one cabinet. She pulled open a drawer and lifted out a tray; I'd drifted after her, Noah half a step behind me.

It was a tray of tiny squares of chocolate, each one labeled with tiny handwriting, so loopy it was practically illegible. They looked like tiny cuts of larger slabs, and the scent wafting up to my nostrils and settling on my taste buds was enough to make me drool.

'This one' – she pointed – 'has that popping candy in it. Strangest sensation in the world, popping candy! And this one's mango-flavored. I've got a few fruit-flavored ones like that.'

'How about orange?' Noah asked, and I felt his body press against my back, a hand resting on my forearm as he leaned over me to look at the tray.

'Ah-ha, here we are!' She picked one square up and handed it to Noah. He took it and popped it in his mouth.

'This is my taster tray,' she told me, seemingly reading my mind. 'Go ahead, dear, help yourself!'

With that, she pushed the tray into my hands and left me to peruse it at my leisure.

The bell tinkled again, and I glanced over my shoulder to see a woman walk in. 'Hey, Mabel,' she said to the shop owner. I turned back to the tray.

Noah reached over me and plucked out another square at random. He made a choking noise, and when I looked at him, his face was scrunched up in disgust, but he swallowed hard. 'Coconut.'

I laughed. 'Oh, right. Well, you should've read the label, idiot.'

'I tried,' he muttered in my ear.

I stifled a laugh, and hesitated, my fingers drumming the air as I tried to decide which one to try. White chocolate? Dark chocolate? One with sprinkles? A coffee one, a fruity one, a solid chocolate one?

The cursive scrawl of Honeycomb caught my eye, and I picked that one out. I was half glad of the old lady's writing being so hard to read. If I knew what all these flavors were, I'd want to try them all.

We picked out a couple more and went over to the cash register.

'So how long have you kids been together?' the woman, Mabel, asked.

'Um . . .'

'Couple of months,' Noah answered. 'But we've known each other practically our whole lives.'

'Well, now, that's just sweet as apple pie! Always see young couples coming in here, you know, and let me tell you, if I had a wall of fame with them all on, you two would be right there near the top.'

I laughed. 'We're that cute together, huh?'

I noticed Noah's grimace at the word, but he didn't say anything, instead taking out his wallet and handing over the cash. As we bundled our purchases into a bag, the woman handed us over a box of fudge.

'You can have these ones on the house,' she said, smiling.

'Oh, no, it's—'

'It's your birthday, right?' I nodded. 'Well, happy birthday then!'

I smiled. 'Thank you.'

One of Noah's arms snaked around my waist. I automatically leaned back, my head fitting into that spot between his neck and his shoulder. Again, the clichéd romantic in me wondered how we seemed to fit so perfectly, two pieces of a jigsaw, and have such different, clashing personalities. Noah planted a kiss on the side of my forehead, and right then, I didn't care how bad we were for each other or that he'd be off to college soon; I just remembered that I was in love with him.

Meet Rochelle Evans: pretty, popular--and never been kissed. Meet Noah Flynn: badass, volatile--and a total player. And also Elle's best friend's older brother... 

When Elle decides to run a kissing booth for the school's Spring Carnival, she locks lips with Noah and her life is turned upside down. Her head says to keep away, but her heart wants to draw closer--this romance seems far from fairy tale and headed for heartbreak. 

But will Elle get her happily ever after?

"Alright sweetie, are you ready?" Renata asked the nervous 11-year-old. "Yes, mum," Rena breathed out, anxiously petting Fayola. Renata gave her a smile before positioning them so that they were in front of the brick wall, "Three, two, one!". They ran for the wall and in a split second, they vanished and were on platform 9 3⁄4.
"Alright," her mom breathed out, "we're here!". Rena looked around in awe as families were sending off their kids. She was in awe of the train station, although her mom had told her of it many times, she never thought it would feel as magical as it did. And the giggling of the other children and parents only made the whole experience more magical.
"Mum, what if I'm not a Hufflepuff?" she asked her mom, suddenly starting to worry again.
"Well, your father was in Gryffindor, so if you're a Gryffindor, I wouldn't be surprised. But since you act a lot like me, I'm assuming that you'll be a Hufflepuff. Either way, I'll still love you the same, so don't you worry," she assured her daughter and kissed her on her forehead.
"Oh look, it's those two nice boys from Diagon Alley," her mom said, pointing somewhere. When Rena looked to see where her mother was pointing, sure enough, Fred and George were standing with their brothers and an older woman she assumed was their mother, their father was not there this time.
"You should sit with them on the train, they seem like lovely boys, and it would be a great way to make friends with them," her mom whispered in her ear from behind while holding her shoulders, "just don't go falling in love with one of them, I did that and- well- we know how that ended up,".
Rena nodded her head, "Make friends with the two nice boys but don't fall for them. Got it".
"That's a good girl, now off you get, the trains about to leave," Renata told her and pushed Rena's trolley, which only had a single, small trunk, off to the side.
"Bye mom, I love you," she said and gave her a tight hug. "I love you too, my joyous little princess," Renata said back, tears trickling down from her eyes. She pulled her daughter away before giving her an affirming smile and pushing her to go.
Rena turned around and headed toward the train. "Come on Fayola, let's do this," Rena breathed out, "don't be nervous, calm down," she whispered to herself as she headed through the crowd and hopped on the train.
As she walked through the train, she looked through all of the compartments, but Fred and George still weren't in any of them.
"Oh well, we'll just sit by ourselves, I suppose," she whispered sadly and got into an empty compartment. She really was looking forward to seeing them again.
As Rena sat down she felt something in her pocket crunch. Her eyes widened as she sat down Fayola next to her, by the window, and quickly grabbed the item. It was a piece of chocolate and a note that read:
I found a piece of chocolate from last Halloween. I know that it's old, but it's a little snack for the long train ride there. Remember your mom loves you!
          Love,
              Mom
Rena smiled as she looked down at the tiny piece of chocolate, but just before she could unwrap it, a voice called her name, "Hello Rena!".
She looked up and saw the twins, "Hello…?" she didn't know which one it was. "Fred," the boy informed her, "He's got the bigger nose," said the other as he pointed to Fred. Fred hit George in the arm, "I've got the better pranking skills!". "Oh really?" George scoffed and the two started playfully hitting each other and throwing insults.
Rena just sat there nodding her head, now being able to kind of tell them apart. "May we sit here?" George asked suddenly, realizing that they were bickering and probably wasting her time. Which they weren't, she quite enjoyed the sibling fighting as she had only ever read of it in books.
Rena nodded her head once more and then two boys sat across from her.
"Is that your cat?" Fred asked and pointed to the little furball next to her. "Y-Yeah, her name is Fayola," Rena told him while looking down and petting her cat. She was a little flustered, she's never been around other kids by herself, especially boys, for this long.
"What do you have there?" George asked and pointed to the piece of chocolate in her hand. "Oh, um, a piece of chocolate for the journey to Hogwarts," she told them.
"A single piece of chocolate?! You've got to be mental if you think that'll last you nine hours," Fred laughed and leaned forward. "Our mom gave us corn beef sandwiches," Fred said and they both pulled out sandwiches. "Our little brother Ron doesn't like them, but we find them rather delicious," George explained.
"They look delicious," Rena said as she felt her stomach rumble.
"Hello," they heard someone say. They looked over to see a boy standing at the door of the compartment. "May I sit with you guys? All of the other compartments are full," the boy explained.
They all nodded their heads and the boy sat next to Rena. "My name is Lee Jordan," he introduced himself and held out his hand to her. She shook his hand and then Fred and George shook his hand. And then Fred and George shook the hands of each other and then they turned toward Lee and Rena and soon all of them were randomly shaking each other's hands, having quite a bit of fun doing something so silly.
Soon the handshaking stopped and Rena had to wipe her eyes of the tears that came out while she was laughing so hard.
"What house do you guys think you'll be sorted into?" Lee asked, still slightly chuckling from the previous events.
"We'll probably be in Gryffindor," Fred said, "Our parents and siblings were all in Gryffindor, so we're bound to be," George elucidated.
"I think I'll be put in Gryffindor, that's what my father was anyway," Lee informed them before the boys looked at Rena expectantly.
"Oh, um, my mom was in Hufflepuff and my father was in Gryffindor. But I think I'll be sorted into Hufflepuff," Rena said sadly, realizing she'll probably be separated from the boys that she had a chance of being friends with.
"Well, I hope you're in Gryffindor," George stated and leaned back. Rena just giggled before saying, "Me too," and looking out the window.
The whole train ride to Hogwarts was filled with laughter and the sharing of each other's snacks. Luckily Lee had money to buy sweets off the trolley because the twins nor Rena had any money.
They all changed into their robes right before the train arrived and when it did, they all walked out, taking in all of the scenery.
"Woah," Rena heard the twins gasp. She looked at where they were looking to see a very tall man. "Alright first years, come on!" the man shouted and motioned for them to follow him.
"Who's he?" Lee asked the three, all of them just shrugged their shoulders before walking. The four of them walked one right next to the other, Fred and George were in the middle while Lee walked next to Fred and Rena next to George.
They got to the boats and hopped inside. Luckily, Lee, Fred, George, and Rena got a boat together. Lee sat up front and held the lantern while Fred and George sat in the middle leaving Rena to sit behind them.
As they started riding across the lake, Rena got quite excited. She got so excited to the point where she had to stop herself from squealing and jumping up and down. After a few minutes, Hogwarts finally came into view causing all of the kids to gasp in amazement.
"Hogwarts is absolutely massive!" Lee exclaimed. Fred, George, and Rena all nodded their heads in agreement, too in awe of the castle to talk.
Once they arrived, they got off of the boats and quickly headed inside. The castle looked even bigger on the inside. Kids were looking in every direction, soaking up where they would be for the next 7 years of their life. They started up the stairs before hearing a female voice shout, "Quickly!". It was a lady in black robes who ordered the students. They all quickly scurried up the stairs and stood before her.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" she greeted, "Now in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But, before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.".
A few kids murmured amongst themselves, probably saying which one they'll get sorted into, "Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup. Understood?". All of the students nodded their heads.
The lady gave a brief smile, "Now, the sorting ceremony will begin momentarily.".
They waited a few moments before she said, "We're ready for you. Follow me". The doors opened and the first years started walking in two columns, in rows of two. As they were walking, Rena looked over to Lee, who was walking right next to her and soaking up all of the attention the students were giving the first years. Fred and George were in front of them, doing the same, they looked like they had just defeated a dragon bare-handed by the proud looks they had on them.
"Line up along here," the lady ordered as they got to the front of the great hall, "now, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words before we begin". "I have one start of term notice I wish to announce, it is something I announce every year, but it is something very important," Professor Dumbledore started, "First years, the dark forest is strictly forbidden to any and all students. It lurks with many magical creatures, some good, and some very bad. It also hides many secrets, so please take note of that".
Rena was now intrigued, "What did he mean by, it hides many secrets?" she thought before Professor Dumbledore sat down and the lady, who's name Rena had figured out to be Professor McGonagall due to a few whispers from behind her, cleared her throat, "Now, when I call your name, you will come forth and I will place the sorting hat upon your head and you will be sorted into your house,".
She opened the scroll, "Fred Weasley!" she called out. Fred smiled and walked up the steps to sit on the stool. Once he sat down and had the hat placed upon his head the hat started speaking, "Weasley… Weasley… I think it'll be… GRYFFINDOR!". Everyone cheered as Fred walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"George Weasley!" Professor McGonagall called. He smiled the same smile that Fred did and sat down on the stool. "Another Weasley? Well, I know what to do with you … GRYFFINDOR!". George gave a smile that said 'I knew that was going to happen' and walked to the table.
"Lera Ibex!". A girl with jet black hair and piercing green eyes walked out of the crowd and up to the stool. Rena couldn't help but be intimidated by her because the hat wasn't even on her head when it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!". The intimidating girl smirked and walked over to the Gryffindor table.
Another name was called and the boy was sorted into Hufflepuff. Rena followed the boy with her eyes and looked over at the Hufflepuff table where everyone at that table looked so friendly, it looked so inviting.
She then looked over at the Ravenclaw table and most of the kids weren't even paying attention as they were reading books. Rena didn't dare look at the Slytherin table though because when she was walking in prior to the sorting ceremony, she made eye contact with one and the Slytherin gave her a scary look.
A lot more names were called including Lee, a girl named Angelina, and a girl named Alicia. Rena looked around to see that she was the only one left and gulped.
"Rena Izella!" Professor McGonagall called her name. Rena took a deep breath before slowly walking up to the hat.
"Aaah!" the hat started, startling Rena a bit, "I see a lot of loyalty… but I also see courage. I see dedication but not a lot of bravery. Hufflepuff seems like a nice fit…". Rena slumped her shoulders, realizing that she, in fact, wasn't going to be sorted into Gryffindor with her new friends. "…But I see a lot of potential for you in Gryffindor. So it better be… GRYFFINDOR!".
Rena smiled the biggest smile as everyone clapped before quickly walking over to the Gryffindor table. She sat down in an open spot next to Lera, across from Fred, George, and Lee, and shook a few people's hands, including Fred and George's two siblings, Charlie and Percy.
Rena looked at George and smiled at him, "My wishes came true!" George exclaimed—referring to when he said that he hoped she would be sorted into Gryffindor— causing Rena to giggle before she looked over to the girl next to her and held out her hand, "My name's Rena, Rena Izella," she said with a bright smile on her face.
"I know, your name was just announced," Lera said with a bit of an annoyed tone in her voice before quickly shaking Rena's hand and then wiping it off on her robes. Rena furrowed her eyebrows in perplexity and looked down on her hand to see if she had chocolate on it, but there was nothing there.
Her confusion was interrupted when she saw everyone's heads turn. Rena followed their gaze to Professor Dumbledore and watched him stand up, "Let the feast begin!" he announced. Rena looked back in front of her before food appeared all across the long table.
Everyone gasped before immediately digging in. It was the most food Rena had seen in her life and she was starving, so she grabbed a chicken leg and basically engulfed it. She looked over to George to see that he was already getting along great with everyone, Fred and Lee were too.
As dinner went on, Rena sat silently and listened in and out of other people's conversations. A boy named Oliver Wood wouldn't stop talking about quidditch and how he hoped to become quidditch captain in his fifth year. She also overheard Charlie talking about how he was more interested in animals than school, which was kind of weird because she also overheard him say he had just been appointed as a prefect.
"Look! It's Nearly Headless Nick!" Fred and George both shouted and pointed at a ghost who was floating over the Gryffindor table. "Sir Nicholas is the name that I prefer," he informed the twins sounding rather offended. "Wait," Rena finished swallowing her food, "what do they mean by nearly headless?".
Sir Nicholas didn't say anything, he just grabbed onto one side of his head and lifted it, revealing the inside of his neck to the students. The students looked stunned and grossed out while Rena felt the mashed potatoes that she had just eaten almost come back up. The nearly headless ghost gave a rather pleased smile before turning away dramatically.
"Good Evening students!" Professor Dumbledore got all of the students' attention, "We have a change in staffing this year, Professor Rakepick has resigned as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after some events that happened this summer, so please join me in welcoming Professor Purkiss, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor". A short lady with blonde hair gave a small wave and a kind smile.
Rena leaned across the table to Fred, George, and Lee, "She's not staying for long,". "How do you know?" Fred asked with mashed potatoes spilling out of his mouth.
"Just a feeling," she shrugged her shoulders before quickly going back to eating anything and everything she could before the prefects were instructed to show first years to the dorms. She grabbed a few rolls off of the table and shoved them in the pockets of her robes before following Charlie to the Gryffindor common rooms.
"Come on guys!" Charlie called out to the first years who were standing looking at the Grand Staircase. "Woah," Rena gasped as the stairs started to move. "Oh yeah, about that, the stairs like to move so be careful," Charlie chuckled and kept leading them up to the common rooms.
As they were walking up, everyone looked at the paintings, "They're moving!" George exclaimed and pointed to a portrait that was waving at the students.
Rena looked over to see a lady in what seemed to be a wedding dress. "Hello!" Rena greeted and waved at the lady. The lady smiled and curtsied, to which Rena curtsied back before catching up with the other Gryffindors.
They stopped suddenly, causing Rena to bump into the back of Lera— Lera gave her a death glare— and Rena quickly backed up and looked up at a big stone that was floating in the air.
"Peeves! Come on out! No need to throw a stone at someone again!" Charlie shouted.
A poltergeist popped into view, crisscrossed and floating in the air, and started laughing while flying around in crazy patterns, "Firsties! This'll be fun!".
"Bloody Baron!" Charlie shouted which made Peeves come to a halt. Peeves just stuck out his tongue and dropped the rock, having it fall all the way down to the ground at the bottom of the grand staircase, the rock making a loud boom due to the impact on the ground, before disappearing again.
Charlie huffed, "Be careful about Peeves, he's a troublemaker who listens to no one, except Bloody Baron". "Wicked!" Fred and George both exclaimed at the same time. "Don't even think about it you two," Charlie warned, "mum wasn't fond of Peeves when she came to Hogwarts so befriending him won't be a good idea".
The twins just gave each other a smirk with a mischievous glint in their eyes before turning back to Charlie and giving him a nod, saying that they would comply—even though they weren't planning on complying at all— and earning an eye roll from Charlie who knew damn well they weren't going to listen to him. "Nevermind you two," Charlie scoffed, "come on first years, let's keep going,"
After a few more minutes of walking up the stairs, they finally made their way all the way up to the Gryffindor common rooms.
"Password?" the fat lady asked, "Pes leporem," Charlie told the lady, he turned toward the first years, "it's Latin for 'Rabbit foot"". The painting then opened and everyone walked inside. Charlie showed the first years the stairs to the girl's dormitories and then the boy's dormitories. Rena followed behind the other first-year girls up to the dorms.
She found herself sharing a dorm with Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Lera, and another girl named Sarah Kilden. If you faced the dorm door, Sarah's bed was to the right of it, then it went Alicia's bed, Angelina's bed, Rena's bed, and then finally Lera's bed was to the left of the door.
Their dorm was on the first floor, as the other first year's dorms were, and then next year, in second year, they would be placed on the second floor.
Rena walked over to her bed, where her trunk was and where Fayola was, still in her cage. Rena took her cat out and placed her on the bed before turning toward Lera, who was already changed into her pajamas.
"Looks comfy doesn't it?" she asked the black-haired girl, "My bed back home is a flimsy mattress on flimsy wood,".
Lera merely grunted before saying, "I have a king-size bed back home, this is absolutely disgraceful! But it'll have to do, I guess. I have no other choice, do I?". Rena was a little surprised by Lera's response but she just shook her head no before quickly changing into her pajamas and getting into bed, the other girls doing the same.
Fayola walked up to Rena's side and stayed there— occasionally hitting Rena with her fluffy tail— and cuddling into Rena.
"Night ladies!" Angelina told them before small snores were heard throughout the dorm. Rena tried to sleep but she couldn't because she was simply too excited for tomorrow, she was going to learn magic, and there was going to be more food at breakfast! After about an hour or two of tossing and turning, her eyelids became heavy and she drifted into a deep sleep.

"...treat her like the joyous little princess that she is for me, will you?" "I promise"

Rena Devika Izella, half-blood, was born into a well-off family. Renata, Rena's mother and a pure-blood wizard, intended to treat Rena like a joyous little princess the moment she was born. Rena means "Joyous", Devika means "Little", and Izella means "Princess". The meaning of Renas' full name was the reason behind Renata's intentions. But when her husband, a muggle-born wizard, decided that he was not ready to become a father her plans to treat Rena like the princess that she was were crushed when faced with their scary new reality. The story takes place 10 years later where Rena meets two redheaded twins with whom she becomes acquaintances with. Although her mother likes the twins, she tells her daughter to promise not to fall in love with either of them. But what happens when she falls for one of the charming boys?

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As we walk to the huge office a man in a grey suit is sitting reading, he looks up and smiles but that quickly turns into anger as he gets up and walks towards us. I pull Charlie closer, must be his dad but I feel I have to protect the cute lil cupcake.

"Give me him, Charlie what are you doing leaving with this woman. Put him down". I put Charlie down and  he holds onto my thigh.

"But dad I like the pretty sister, Natalie doesn't care about me, she talks to her friends all day and I get so bored".

"I don't care she says she loves you and takes good care of you, you can't leave with others like that".

"Sorry sir but she definitely does not take care of him, when I found cupcake he was crying as others where bullying him saying he was motherless and no one loves him so I had to intervene and then that banshee could care less and so here we are. You should find someone who's good with kids not someone who only cares about makeup and finding a man". 

I shock myself but my instinct tells me to protect the adorable little bun. He doesn't seem upset though at my words he bends down to Charlie.

"I'm so sorry Charlie I didn't know. Don't worry I fired Natalie and you can stay here with me, Jaxson or Anthony".

"No dad". Charlie says and looks all sad again and looks away from his dad. I'm not sure how to mend this between them.

"How can dad make it up, anything, new xbox game, whatever you want". 

Ok the dad looks a little lost, then the adorable cupcake has a evil smirk then goes back to being sad. He definitely knows how to get his dad wrapped round his finger.

"I'll forgive daddy if I can go with pretty sister to bake a cake, we gonna have fun. Daddy please"

His dad looks helpless and looks up at me. "Ok, sorry miss I didn't ask your name? If your not busy can you possibly look after Charlie, I'll pick him up after work? He seems to like you alot and we can exchange numbers and I can pick him up after work... just a few hours?"

Ok now they both look like puppy dogs with begging eyes. I already said yes to cupcake so this must just be a way to convince his dad.

"Sure I like the cute lil cupcake so he can tag along with me, I'm Paige". 

With that we exchange numbers and  his dad introduced himself then Charlie is pulling me out the door. We spend all afternoon shopping, baking and painting my new house. I could happily spend all day everyday doing this. Of course I constantly send pics to Charlies dad to keep him informed on what we are up too and also the pics are too cute.


Later that day in an office across the hall...

What is that smell... why is my wolf pacing and jumpy... whats so exciting... I look around its a normal boring work day in my office. I should maybe check with my bro. I leave my office and I smell heavenly chocolate cake. Who's baking at work, maybe Axel got some cake for Charlie. I enter his office and Axel is smiling at his phone.

"One wheres the cake and two what are you grinning at?"

"No cake sorry bro, but I'm looking at the pics of Charlie sent by the girl from earlier, she is really sweet she keeps me updated on Charlie all day and he looks like he's having fun. I wish I was there, wonder can she take care of him. Only thing is she's human but Charlie is smart enough not to tell her anything and if he did she would probably think he's playing".

"Wait, you let him go with a girl you don't even know?".

"Its not like that she feels familiar like a little sister and Charlie calls her pretty sister so I'm taking her as family. Maybe she's the chocolate smell you like?". My brother smirks at me.

"Probably not, my mate isn't gonna just walk into your office. Go pick him up ill finish up today's work".

"Thanks bro ill go get Charlie, sure you don't wanna come with?"

I sigh and leave the office my wolf seems abit sad. Never mind work will keep us company.

Paige Devlin just moved to a small town to keep her head down and out of trouble when all of a sudden she meets a cute four yr old calling her pretty sister and two handsome CEO's.

Can she keep hidden or will her problems follow her?

She doesn't want to fall in love but can she help it when a hot Ceo is after her?

What secrets do they both have, will it make or break them?

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Extract

"Jaxson I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart I have never felt this loved. I don't know why you like me but I am so happy to have you in my life. I love you and I hope to be with you now and forever."

Jaxson lifted her chin and brought his lips to hers lightly stealing her lips along with her worries, his touch so warm and caring she hoped to be embraced like this forever.

"I want you to know I love you, just you and not because of any bond but because you are you. I love your smile that lights up my dull world. I love your caring heart that beats so fast whenever I am around you. I was born to love you and you were born to be with me. Always and forever."


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(The episode opens at the orphanage, where children are playing with a bunch of adults watching the children)

(Kanisha appears)

(The children runs to Kanisha)

Kanisha: Hello kids, how are you?

The kids: Good!

Kanisha: You ready for valentine's day gifts

The kids: Yes

A woman (whispers): She paid us early.

Another woman: Don't complain

(The two woman back up)

(Kanisha gives kids a bunch of bags to the kids using super speed)

Zinnia: Look at her 

Cutie pie: Yeah, and look at those children faces

(The others nodded)

Kanisha: So, kids you enjoy those treats, the sweet ones and the ones you can play with.

The kids: Thank you, Kanisha.

Kanisha: You are quite welcome

(One of the children walks to Kanisha. She has curly blonde hair, wearing a pink dress)

The girl: Thanks for bunny rabbit

Another girl: Yeah, thanks for the frog

A boy: You're like our big sister 

The other kids: Yeah, big sister!
(Kanisha touches her heart and smiles)

(Kanisha flies off and sending off more chocolate to children from all over the world)

(The screen switches to Cutie pie flying with Mrs. X, Mrs. J, and Charlie)

Mrs. X: This is thrilling

Mrs. J: You mean terrifying

Charlie: Mom, I thought we told you not to look down.

Mrs. J: Easier said than done.

Zinnia: Man I thought I had a height problem.

Kai: It seems that somebody had it worst

Mrs. X: Just positive things and smile

(Mrs. J closes her eyes and smile)

Mrs. J: I'll try

(Mrs J slowly opens her eyes, looks down, and looks at the kids; then she smiles)

(The screen switches to Suzi on the dance floor)

(Suzi is dancing backwards, does a spin, and walks on the stage)

(Suzi sees the band)

(The band smiles at her)

(The people dancing, looking at Suzi)

A woman: Go Suzi

A man: Yeah, sing

(Suzi takes the microphone)

Suzi (sang): Beauty is a wonder of the world (flies) Why do we care about it so much (sparkled come from her snake cannon) Is it because of popularity or is it (on a swing) because it's all we got (swinging with her feet holding the middle part of the trapezes) 

(Dani walks onto the stage)

Dani (sang): No, it's because beauty brings cheer, happiness and makes us want to stop everything and sing and dance.

(The screen shows everybody dancing)

Dani and Suzi (sang): Beauty comes from the inside (points the audience) just look inside and you will see true beauty (a mirror appears by everybody) inside you (dancing side by side) true beauty comes from the heart, (Dani's in Suzi's arm) so be true to yourself and you (Suzi spins Dani) will find love.

(A giant heart appears above everybody, while Suzi is holding Dani in her arms)

(Everybody claps)

(Suzi and Dani blows kisses, then Suzi passes a bunch of bags out)

(The screen switches to a bunch of flashes of people receiving chocolates and people smiling; and dancing)

(Episode ends)





It’s a crossover of many characters spending Valentine’s Day together

"Woah, these smells amazing!" Giselle exclaimed, a bit too loud due to the excitement she was feeling. Her voice earned the attention of everyone that was in the bakery. The customers eyed her as she suddenly became the center of attention there. 

"Oi, Elle! What's gotten into you? Are you really that hungry?" Hana chortled, slapping Giselle's shoulder in the process. Evelyn and Rebecca laughed while watching Giselle's peculiar behaviour. Giselle immediately realized what she just did after Hana questioned about her behaviour. Her face reddened as she quickly brought her head low, her fingers scratching the back of her not-itchy-neck as she hid herself in her own embarrassment. She quietly laughed at herself. 

"Haha you look cute when you're shy," Jayden quietly murmured under his breath as he placed the food on his hands onto the table. He thought he was talking to himself but Giselle actually heard him. His words had only worsen the blush that was all over her face as she felt her face warmed up. Weng, Brian, Harry and Charlie that had just arrived, brought all of the food to the table and displayed it for them all to witness. Weng, Brian and Harry then sat back to their original seat after they had finished helping Charlie with the food. However Charlie on the other hand, stood still at the edge of the table. 

"This is our bakery's very own apple pie. It's one of the most best selling pies here," Charlie introduced, cutting the pie into 8 for his friends to enjoy equally. They all looked at him cutting the pie in anticipation. 

"These are chocolate chip muffins. And these are egg tarts," he continued as he handed them to all of his friends proudly. 

"Wow Charlie," Weng trailed off, staring at Charlie without blinking once. 

"What's wrong, Weng?" Charlie asked, feeling concerned, causing Weng to smile at him genuinely. Charlie was in deep confusion as he watched Weng that was still staring a hole straight through him. 

"I can't believe that you're actually this talkative. I've always thought that you were the quiet kid. But it turns out that you're quite the chatterbox," Weng laughed, never taking his eyes off of Charlie. The others joined Weng as they laughed at his small comment. Charlie's face went red as a tomato as he tried to hold in his embarrassment. A chuckle slipped out of Charlie's lips as he sat down in front of Evelyn. He then told them to start on eating the food. Meanwhile, Granny Nancy that had overheard Weng's words joined their laughter. She carefully took a seat that was close to her grandchild. She eyed each and one of Charlie's friends as they were all laughing together. 

"I hope you enjoy the variety of foods. I know that all of you kids are probably very tired from managing the stall for the whole day," Granny Nancy said with a heartwarming smile plastered on her face, making them all feel warm inside.

"Thank you for giving us the free food!" Brian thanked the old woman sincerely. Granny Nancy looked at him as chocolates were all over his mouth from the chocolate chip muffin that he had just devoured. His adorable behaviour had successfully made Granny Nancy laughed in joy. 

"You're welcome. I also wanna thank you all for being friends with Charlie. It was very rare for me to see Charlie with a friend back at his old school," Granny Nancy confessed her worry towards Charlie when he was still at his previous school. Granny Nancy's words had planted curiosity to them as they were wondering what had happened with Charlie throughout his life at his old school.

"Granny, if you don't mind, can you please tell us what happened to Charlie before?" Rebecca asked politely for Granny Nancy to explain. 

"Yes..." The woman's word was immediately cut off by Charlie.

"No. You can't," he simply said out of the sudden. His expression had turned serious as if he was telling her that he didn't want them to know his old story. His action had made his friends and Granny Nancy went silent as the situation became a bit intense. The woman looked over at her grandchild with sorrowful eyes. 

"I apologize. I don't think I can tell you the story because Charlie don't want me to," she explained herself, feeling the guiltiness grew inside of her. 

"It's okay, Granny. It's my fault for suddenly asking about it," Rebecca reassured, trying not to make Granny Nancy feel guilty of the things that she didn't do. She realized that her question was the cause for the whole atmosphere to turn intense. Giselle was not a fan of how the once joyful situation had turned into a serious one all of the sudden. She then came up with the solution to change the topic so that it wouldn't be awkward anymore.

"Granny, can you believe that we managed to sell so much in just one day?" She asked, smiling proudly at thr achievement.

"Wow, your menus must be so good that everyone wanted to try it out," Granny Nancy complimented them for their hardwork as she gave them a delighted smile. 

"It really was! All thanks to Charlie because the waffle batter was his recipe and not to mention, he also taught us how to make the waffles!" Weng stated, feeding himself with a spoon of apple pie. A smile slowly appeared onto Charlie's face after receiving the compliment from Weng. They all became joyful again and it was relieving for Giselle to know that her strategy had worked successfully. Throughout the whole dinner, they all enjoyed the food together while also talking to Granny Nancy. 

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Time had passed quickly and it was already time for Charlie's friends to go home. The chilling breeze of the night was enough to tell them that it was late at night by the time they were done eating. 

"Again, thank you so much for feeding us tonight," they all thanked Granny Nancy while smiling at her for her kindness. 

"No problem, kids. It's already late, make sure you all go straight back home and not wandering around on your own," the old woman adviced them, worried for their own well being.

"Okay granny! Bye Charlie! " All of them said before walking off to their own home, obeying what Granny Nancy had told them. Charlie could see them waving their hands at him so he returned it by waving back at them. After they had disappeared from his sight, he immediately walked back to the kitchen to wash the dirty dishes that were used by the customers and his friends. 

"Granny," he called, his voice sounding soft. Granny Nancy wasted no time and walked towards her grandchild while looking at him lovingly. 

"What is it?" She asked, looking at him as she waited for him to say something. 

"Please don't ever bring up the past to my friends again after this. What if I lose my friends because of my past? What if the same thing happened again?" He said while washing the dishes that was in the sink, his head hung low as he remembered of the things that had happened to him before and how he couldn't afford to lose his new friends. 

"You know, I'm just very worried for you Charlie," Granny Nancy said, her voice filled with sorrow as she looked at her grandchild in sadness. Charlie felt happy at how caring his grandmother was towards him. He then quickly finished the last plate and washed his hands to dry it off with a clean cloth. He put the cloth back onto the counter and went towards his grandmother. He held both of his grandmother's hands gently. 

"Trust me, Granny. I'm fine. I don't have problems like in my old school anymore. You don't need to worry about me," Charlie said quietly, trying to reassure Granny Nancy that he was not going through the same thing like he did last time. Granny Nancy admired the boy that was in front of her lovingly. She caressed Charlie's head gently. 

"You and your father are just the same. You both never want to burden other people," Granny Nancy smiled, hugging her beloved grandchild. Charlie felt happy as he then hugged her back.

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Evelyn finally arrived at her house. She realized that she had went home late that day. She sighed before walking to the door. 

"I'm home," Evelyn said after opening the door and took a step inside. As she was arranging her shoes, she suddenly received a hard slap on her face.

A little boy was quietly crying to himself in the corner of his room. His mind went blank. The thought of his mom's words before she left him alone kept playing in his mind. His mom died in a tragic road accident.

He was in sorrow knowing how he was badly bullied at school. every day he would show up in class with bruised eyes, wounds everywhere caused by his bullies.

That was the sad truth of his daily routine.

He was very disappointed. He hated himself.

He's tired of thinking about the things happening around him to the point that he fell asleep in the lonely, filled with the cold corner of the room.

While he was deep in his sleep, he dreamt of a young girl coming towards him and protected him as if she was his angel. Unconsciously, he smiled.

All the kids shouted for a few seconds, screaming in their seats, then everything lit back up. They see the man now seated on the other side where Toyumi and Jotarou was awhile ago.
"Relax," said the man, smiling. "We just entered and exited a short tunnel."
All the kids are now cramped beside the old man.
"Sorry about that," said Takato.
"I see you are with your grandchildren," said the man.
"They're not my children," said Takato.
"Ahh, your students?"
"Nope."
The man was bewildered and curious at the same time.
"They're my customers," answered Takato. "And this is my co-worker." He points at Akuru.
The man was surprised.
"You are an odd bunch, I see," said the man, laughing.
"Who are you?" asked Makoto, still holding on to Takato.
"Well, I'm a business--"
Makoto lets out a huge fart before the man even finished his sentence. Everyone dissipated away from him. The man paused for awhile, stunned by the smell, but he strived to keep a straight face in front of them. He was about to vomit, but kept it in, nonetheless, to avoid embarrassment, he tries to continue the conversation.
"So, where are you all going?" he asked.
"To the candy factory," answered Akuru.
"Ahh, the famous candy maker of Kanagawa," the man said.
"Yes," Takato replied. "I run a candy shop and the factory manager invited us for tour and dinner."
"You must be all excited," said the man. "The name's Kuroha Yaegashi." He offers to shake hands with Takato.
"Takato Masuda," the old man replied, shaking his hand.
"Ahh, you must have gone out without breakfast," Kuroha said.
He calls his butler outside and tells him to fetch them some breakfast. After a while, food was served. Roasted chicken with eggs.
Makoto looks at Takato.
"That man," he said, pointing at Kuroha. "Is my hero."
Makoto grabbed a large part of the chicken and ate it up completely. The others dig in while Kuroha offered Takato some hot Bi Luo Chun tea.
"Thanks," the old man said. "I haven't had this quality drink for a while."
"Drink up," said Kuroha, holding his cane up front and relaxed while drinking tea on his other hand. "I love treating friends and strangers alike. It is good for business."
"Are you from the country too?" asked Takato.
"Nah," answered the man. "I was visiting my blasted brother."
Takato notices the man rather annoyed, there was silence for a while.
"So, what's your business?" asked Takato.
"Why I work at the candy factory," the man said, smiling. "I'm one of the major stockholders."
"Oh, so we're going in the same direction," replied Takato.
"I'd love to bring you guys with me, later," offered the man. "If it's okay with the children."
"Do you have a ride?" asked Jotarou.
"Yes, I do have a ride," said Mr. Kuroha. "I'm sure you will like that ride."
"Woah," said Jotarou. "He must have a limousine!"
"Even better," said the man.

When they arrived at their stop, everyone went down with the man and waited at the station exit. The man had this black horse carriage, with a driver in black suit, and a black stallion pulling the ride.
"What is that?" asked Toyumi.
"Why child it's better than a car," said the man. "You should appreciate the beauty of the countryside!"
"Come, come, you all," said Kuroha in a joyful manner, springing in his steps. "We do not want to be late at such a grand day!"
They zoomed off to the streets of a village and went through the river path. The forest got thicker and thicker then there was an open field of grass where horses are grazing freely.
"Woah," said Makoto. "I'd like to ride one!"
"We are riding in one," said Toyumi.
"I mean back ride!" replied Makoto. "I want to ride a really fast horse. Zoom zoom!"
"The horse will die at your weight, Makoto, "said Toyumi, suppressing her laugh.
Makoto murmured at her in annoyance.
"Are we there yet?" asked Jotarou.
"Almost," said the man smiling.
They reached a black gate with its fence going endless in one direction and another. Two guards in black uniforms are positioned on either side, carrying their on-duty rifles.
"What a huge place you have here," said Takato.
"The owner's great great grandfather was a feudal warlord," said the man. "The land was passed on to him. Lucky guy."
They went through the gate with everyone looking around the outside of the carriage. Grasses were trimmed clean and the trees are shaped like lollipops with orange and pink leaves. It was like a fantasy land for the kids. Street posts are designed like huge candy canes and benches are like chocolate wafers.
The fat kid was salivating while looking out.
"Are we there yet?!" screamed Makoto, with his head latched outside.
"Get a hold of yourself, kid!" said Takato, getting embarrassed by Makoto's behavior in front of an adult.
"Relax," said Akuru laughing. "Makoto's instincts are kicking in."
"I like this bunch," said Kuroha to himself.
"Sorry about them," said Takato.
"Ah, no worries," replied Kuroha. "I have handled a lot of kids in my days here at the factory."
They reached the factory and everyone got out the carriage. The building looked like a dull structure outside, with a monotonous mixture of brown and grey color. The whole architecture loos like a cyberpunk facility.
"This is a candy factory?" asked Toyumi in disbelief.
"Ah, children," said Kuroha, opening his arms and holding his cane, wearing a big smile. "Wait till you see what's inside."
They walked further and got into a back door at the side of the building. The guard stationed opens the door for them. When the lot got in, Mr. Kuroha went on the other way without them noticing. They were all in awe of the marble chocolate designed tiles and colorful amanatto wallpapers of the long corridor. They walked slowly and observed the portraits of the feudal warlord, up until his latest descendant, the factory's owner. All of them had the same grumpiness and seriousness in their faces.
"What a sad bunch," said Takato.
Akuru looks at Takato's usual expression and the portrait's face. They looked the same in its grumpy and sad features. The girl laughs a little.
"What are you laughing at?" said Takato. "And what are you looking at?!"
"Nothing," replied Akuru. "Let's just move on."
They walked on to a door that looked like a Hershey bar at the end of the corridor. Jotarou pushed the door open and the lot entered a white hall. Everything was white, with a stage and chairs prepared for them. Looks like they weren't the only guests who have arrived. A number of people have already reached the place, with the adults sitting and socializing while the children are running around playing in a mini playground.
"Where's the food?" said Makoto.
"Stop thinking about food," whispered Toyumi.
"Come on let's play!" Jotarou said, seeing the playground and getting all excited.
The three went on to the playground, but Akuru stayed with the old man. They sat at the back end and looked around. Both thinking the same thing: that they aren't good with socializing.
"Hi," said a voice from behind.
Takato looked behind and saw an old woman smiling, clinging to a young man.
"Hello," Takato replied, clearing his voice and fixing his posture.
"Are you also candy shop owners?" asked the woman.
"Yes, ma'am," answered Takato. "This here is my assistant."
"Oh?!" the woman said, surprised.
"Well this is my grandson," she said, pointing to the man beside her.
She crouched down to Akuru's level.
"Aren't you too young to be an assistant?" she said, fixing her glasses and looking intently at the girl.
Akuru kept quiet and looked at Takato, crying out for help deep inside her thoughts. Takato sees through.
"The child insisted," Takato said, raising his hands in surrender-like position.
The old woman and young man giggled.
"What an odd bunch," she said. "I hope you have a good day today."
"You too, ma'am," replied Takato.
The two left to find their seats. Takato and Akuru sighed relief, with Akuru almost falling to her feet.
A little while, as the guests grew to about twenty, a middle-aged man having fancy W-shaped beard, wearing an elegant dark -colored tuxedo came out behind the stage. He adjusts the mic stand and clears his voice.
"Greetings, greetings!" he exclaimed with open arms. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the thirtieth anniversary celebration of the Masanori Family Candy Factory! As our dearly beloved sellers, we invite you today for an exclusive tour of our home-grown candy-manufacturing giant. And later, for a dinner party! For now, I would like to welcome on to the stage our company's general manager, Mr. Kuroha Yaegashi!"
The man who have been with them on the train came out behind the stage. Takato and the rest of the children were frozen in surprise as they saw the man they have been with was actually the general manager himself, the one who invited everybody to this exclusive tour.
"Welcome, welcome!" Kuroha said. "Thank you all for coming to this grand event we're having today. You may all seem perplexed as to why our guest lounge is an all-white room; we actually call this the white chocolate room. It's the first room in the factory to actually prepare your eyes for the feasts of colors awaiting inside the next candy-manufacturing rooms we have here."
The manager steps down the stage and stands with his cane. Takato and the others wonder why he walks with a cane even without any injury.
"Without further ado," Mr. Kuroha said. "Let us begin the tour! Yes!"
He sprung up in his steps and walked to the elevator door on the corner of the lounge room. The elevator door had no button, but upon Mr. Huroka's approach, a little hole suddenly opens up by the side of the door, and the manager inserts his cane and turns it clockwise slowly.
Click.

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