Sweetshop Stories

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When Jane and her brother, Mackenzie, move into a town named Hawes, they realise that the small sweet shop around the corner is more than it seems. The sweet shop is magical and full of fun and surprises. But what happens if it gets too fun? What if the magic breaks out? While their mother and father is out, they have to find a plan to save the whole entire of England.

━━━ 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝖾𝗋𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 (𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸!) 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎! ❝𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽, 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌!❞━━━━ 『© 2021 || ccherryttae』 ||Status|| Open [] Hiatus [] Closed [✔]

⋆:｡✧ ₊ ⋆.* ▌sweet tooth ☆∴｡ &&&. 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥. ❨ ハリーポッター❩ ━━━━ 𖤐₊ ⃕ ✧₊˚· in which a girl who doesn't even like sweets is forced into owning a sweet shop and deal with an absurdly annoying redhead on the side . ⋆. ♡̷̷˚ ﾟ✧*:･* .༄ ꒷꒦୭｡ﾟ🌪 *.｡☆｡━━━━ MAGNUSBVNES 2020 ❪ fred!weasley x fem!oc ❫

God no description I'll put it in the chapters beginning when I finally manage to finish them

This really rich young man has a really hard time finding he's love,and this girl starts dating him for money. Is she gonna fall in love with him thought?

I gasp, taking a dramatic step back to dramatize my offense. He just went there. "Excuse me, who do you think you are?" He casually put the money on the table, standing up. This brought him in inch away from me, way too close. "Just another customer. Who also happens to be Mr. Irwins son, nice to meet an employee." +++++ CREDIT TO panicwith5SOS FOR AWESOME COVER!!! ~*~ Emilia Whiskey- relentless, hard working, argumentative, craves sugar. Ashton Irwin- reckless, easy going, very cocky, craves power...and a whole lot of Emilia. ....who happens to work in his fathers desserts shop.

Sri Lankan - B+B / School-teen romance/15+ 🌈🇱🇰🎶🍩🏍️💌💘🦄🍓🍪🍬🍦🍰🌈🌧️🌦️🌕 ____________________________________________ Everyone in the entire grade knew who Akesh was. He was physically stronger, taller and unsurprisingly older than everyone else in the grade. His reputation was bad although he had not caused much trouble. Despite never sharing a word with Akesh, Nethuka knew almost everything about him. Almost everything the rumours that fell on his ears carried. And all he had heard made him come to one conclusion. And that was never to cross paths with Akesh. But what would happen after Akesh [quite literally] crashed in to his life full speed on his motorbike , smashing the doors of their family owned business? 💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙 "So you don't like things that are hot or spicy?" Akesh asked as he landed on the seat next to Nethuka. "Or salty" Nethuka added avoiding Akesh's obvious gaze upon him. "I see." "I'm more in to sweet stuff" He took a bite off of his strawberry doughnut and looked suspiciously at Akesh who was trying his best to hide a smirk. "WHAT? There's something wrong with it?" Nethuka frowned as he saw no reason for Akesh to laugh. How very rude of him! "Nah....nooo" Akesh's smile grew in to a laughter as he looked at Nethuka's offended face. Nethuka's dark eyebrows joined as he glared at him suspiciously while chewing the bite he took from the doughnut quite vigorously imagining it to be Akesh's head. "WHAT!" He yelled at Akesh who was laughing histerically as soon as he swallowed it down. "Nothing" Said Akesh looking at Nethuka in the eye. And for a second he felt lost in those bead like black eyes of the boy before him. "Nah.. nothing". He stuttered wiping the tears that came in to his eyes because of laughing too much. _____ ongoing/add to ur reading lists mature chapters will be rated 18+ if you want to skip it~ Weekly updates on every Sunday

I had always walked past the sweet shop while walking home from school, but I had never entered before. But today, I had left early for one reason. The urge was too big and completely took me over. I step inside and see...

A most colourful story about a young boy who spends his pocket money. Read to see what happens.

"I love you, and only you." Being a homosexual is hard. Dealing with the criticism of judgemental people. Dealing with bullying from homophobic classmates etc. However, what if you meet someone who accepts and understands you ? Someone you're destined to be with ? Your soulmate... ? Then, will being a homosexual still be hard? This story is dedicated to my best friend as her birthday gift. :)

⛤ Candy Canes and Christmas Lights ⛤ ⛤ I think you'll find that Christmas miracles, love stories and magic, isn't always just in the movies ⛤ [Chanlix + Hyunho] ⛤⛤⛤⛤

Socks Tabber and Christian Cox are unwillingly charged with saving reality.

The Sindoor Khela had begun. Women, draped in traditional red-and-white sarees, danced and laughed as they applied vermilion to each other's cheeks and foreheads, blessing each other with long, happy marriages. The air was electric with joy and nostalgia. But on the far side of the crowd, things were far less serene. Vaibhav Bajaj, having just returned from the business meeting, had barely loosened his collar before he was pulled aside by his BROTHERS, Kartik and Utkarsh, both covered in streaks of red powder and sweat. "KARTIK!" Vaibhav shouted, lunging after him. The chase was on. Laughing, the three boys ran through the crowd, dodging aunties, side-stepping plates of sweets, and narrowly missing an idol-bearer. And Vaibhav - in full sprint - collided. Smack. He slammed right into someone turning the corner from the other side. Mihiksha. She had been holding a brass thali, full of sindoor, sweets, and a small diya. The tray wobbled, spun - and tipped forward. In that single, fateful second- Vaibhav's hand instinctively reached out to stop the tray. But instead - his palm struck the center of her forehead. Right above the eyebrows. Right where the sindoor should be. Red powder exploded between them, dusting the air, staining both of their faces - but none more strikingly than Mihiksha Roy, who now stood, stunned, as a perfect streak of sindoor glowed across her maang. It looked like he had married her. Silence fell. All the shouting, music, and laughter seemed to vanish into a vacuum. Vaibhav blinked. His hand still hovered near her forehead. His breath caught in his throat. And Mihiksha- Her eyes were wide, dark pools of disbelief. The moment stretched too long. She slowly touched her forehead. Realization hit her like lightning. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Like dominos, people turned, stared, whispered. One aunty dropped her sweet plate. Another covered her mouth. And then- "HE PUT SINDOOR ON HER!"

In a peaceful little village, there was a tiny sweet shop with a bright red door and colorful candy jars lined up on wooden shelves. Everyone called the owner Grandpa Ben. He was kind, gentle, and always welcomed every child with a warm smile. Every morning, children visited the shop after school. Some bought candies. Some only came to talk to Grandpa Ben. And some had no money at all. But Grandpa Ben never turned anyone away. One sunny afternoon, a shy little girl named Lily stood outside the shop. She looked at the colorful candies through the window but quietly walked away. Grandpa Ben noticed her. "Why don't you come inside?" he asked kindly. Lily smiled sadly. "I don't have enough money to buy even one candy." Grandpa Ben gently opened a glass jar filled with rainbow candies. He placed one candy in Lily's hand. "This candy is free," he said. "A smile is worth more than money." Lily's eyes sparkled with happiness. "Thank you, Grandpa!" She promised that one day she would help someone else just as Grandpa Ben had helped her. As she left, something magical happened. The candy jars inside the shop began to glow with a soft golden light. Grandpa Ben smiled. "The magic of kindness has begun again." But hidden behind one of the shelves was an old golden candy box that slowly opened by itself. Inside, a tiny glowing note appeared. It read: "A sweet adventure is about to begin..." Grandpa Ben looked at the mysterious box and smiled. "I think tomorrow will bring another wonderful surprise." To be continued... Moral: A small act of kindness can make someone's day brighter and inspire them to spread kindness to others. Written by Venkata Ramakrishna ✍️