Blackwood Pumpkin Festival นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I know, Grandma. She's my world. We're fortifying everything—security at the tower, here too. Hanlon won't touch us." Grandma Eleanor's brow furrowed at the mention of Hanlon, her grip tightening on her cane. "That snake. I heard whispers even in New York—his claws reaching across the ocean. But enough of that gloom tonight. This calls for celebration!" She straightened, her voice booming with authority that belied her age, echoing across the drive. Staff appeared from the shadows—loyal pack members who'd served the Blackwoods for decades—eyes wide with curiosity. "Gather the whole pack! Tomorrow night, at the estate. A feast in the great hall—roasts, wines, music. Invite the council elders

Today, though, it feels different; it's as if the woods are holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. "Nevaeh! Come on!" Ruby's voice cuts through my reverie as she calls from the edge of the clearing. I break out of it and quicken up my pace, crunching the dried leaves with my feet. "I'm coming, I'm coming" I call back, although my mind is still half-lost in the depths of the forest. When I reach her, we continue on toward the town's annual Autumn Festival. It is a big deal in Cedar Ridge, something to celebrate the harvest before winter sets in.

First Change Tara pov The full moon hung heavy and silver over Silverstone territory, casting long shadows through the forest clearing where our Blackwood family had gathered for what we all knew would be a momentous night. Mickey stood in the center of the sacred circle, his fifteen-year-old frame trembling with anticipation and barely contained energy that seemed to make the very air around him shimmer.

I said excitedly, flicking the screen to a detailed calendar. “The Gordon Blackwood Initiative,” I said, a shiver of anticipation running through me. “I thought my father put an end to it?” Zeke asked. “He didn’t and his pride won’t let him cancel the event either. It’s his magnum opus. All of the old money families in the city, all his most powerful sponsors and business associates, will be there to celebrate with him and I’ve managed to get us tickets.” Just tickets?” Zeke scoffed. “We need to do better than that. We need to put on a show, Evelyn.”

What was going to make our reunion even more spectacular tonight was there was another reason for Mark's visit besides paying a conjugal visit to his hot big sister and her lonely pussy. Tonight was Halloween, The feast of Samhain, and there was to be a celebration at the Black Flame in the honor of this most holy of days. To the everyday poser The Black Flame was a goth club where people who liked to dress the part and pretend they understood the lifestyle came to dance and play. However what most of those pretenders weren't aware of was that The club had three levels, theirs which was the club proper was on the first floor.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

I called to the figure standing beyond the parked car. Mr. Sasagawa looked up. He was wearing his glasses and a lightweight cardigan. “Oh, good evening. I’m sorry. I must not have heard the intercom.” “That’s all right. Thank you for today. Everyone loved the pumpkins.” “Really? I’m glad to hear that.” “The children kept looking up at the letters spelling ‘HALLOWEEN.’ One of the parents even asked whether we were going to hold a pumpkin-carving workshop for adults.” A large pumpkin sat on the workbench behind him.

There were great bulbs strung across the meadow, too, it seemed, but as quickly as they’d come on, they shut off again. The sheer volume of pumpkins was what made the display so impressive. They were stacked in rusted wheelbarrows, piled straight onto the ground, and they lined the hedges and gateway, as well as marking out the pathways beside the solar lamps. Some had been adorned in little outfits, too, whilst others had been painted in natural-looking colours: clay reds, terracotta browns, and coal blacks. I wished that the lights would come back on, so that I could see the colours more clearly. Skye gave a shy, half-shrug. “This is one of my favourite parts of living in Hawthorn – it has

THE SMALL town of Cape Cod in Chatham, Massachusetts, was in preparation for Saturday-the one Saturday before Halloween which would mark exactly seven days to Halloween and Jake and his pals passed by the place where the event would be held in less than two days from then. "Man, I cannot wait for Pumpkin People in the Park!" Gabriel was saying as they watched pumpkins get unloaded from trucks and into warehouses. The popular multiday event would have contestants come up with creative pumpkin displays which they could pose before they met the judges on the main 'Oktoberfest' event.

“Please tell me there are funnel cakes this year.” “There are always funnel cakes,” Sadie promised with a grin. “Oh, we’re absolutely going,” Harmony declared, nodding firmly. I smiled despite myself, the tension easing from my chest. Winter Lights had always been one of my absolute favorite Black Hollow traditions growing up. The whole town completely transformed for it: colorful lights wrapped around historic storefronts, live music in the square, holiday booths, roaring bonfires, and horse-drawn carriage rides. It was pure small-town Hallmark chaos.