Candy Dealer Spooky Month Novels & Stories

I bought it at one of those seasonal Halloween pop-up stores that only open in October, renting out vacant commercial space and hanging those gaudy orange signs. I paid for it in cash, of course. I put my hair up, wore a low baseball cap, fake non-prescription eyeglasses, and a puffy coat. I didn’t see any security cameras in the store, but even if they were rolling, they couldn’t possibly make out my face.

The Coqueta Catrina and Elegant Catrin (two opulently clothed foam skeletons), standing silent and grinning watch on either side of the ofrenda. Their lawn did boast foam headstones also, but they were garlanded with bright orange and yellow marigolds. Before each, Maria filled plastic bowls full of candy apples, homemade pumpkin empanadas, pumpkin spice brownies, and of course, homemade Calaveras. Sugar candy skulls. She and Whitey—faces painted in Calaveras masks, dressed as the Coqueta Catrina and the Elegant Catrin—directed the children to these bowls.

I kept on fucking her hard and fast, over and over again until we finally climax seconds apart, and she had her second orgasm. "Fuck baby...so good." She let out her words, while she rests the back of her head to my chest. We were still sated, still coming down from our climax when there was a screeching sound on our driveway, making both of us sighed. We would receive unexpected midnight guests, every couple of months from her mob friends. They seldom did things normally. But then again, I was glad it was always after Cassie's bedtime. I didn't want her seeing her mob uncles dripping blood and staining our kitchen floor.

Roman answered for me out loud, and the lady went to fetch it for us. That was two days ago, but today it's Halloween and for once I love this academy, it knows how to do one thing and it's to celebrate the little holidays, we all get to dress up in our costumes instead of uniforms and we'll go around the doms classes asking for candy, they have to give us candy or else!

Creepy cobwebs hung down from the eaves like streamers as if the spiders were throwing a party for death. I tried to avoid the human towns after that. We rarely had werewolves from other packs visit. The Starlight Carnival was one of the few chances for many people from the Silver Crescent pack to meet their mates. During the Carnival, the pack borders are open, and werewolves can attend regardless of their pack. The Starlight Carnival is how my parents met.

The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures. Mrs. Belfry watched as the last of the townsfolk trickled into the meeting hall, before she stepped out of her yard and slowly took the steps up to the open doors herself. She looked in at her fellow creatures of Halloween. The Zombie, Mr. Shamus McLowry, with his decayed flesh and perfectly styled pompadour. Dr. Billingsly, the town’s mad scientist, with his crazed eyes and bloodied apron. Pete, the cawing raven, who owned Pete’s Sweets candy shop and employed Jack the scarecrow as a sales clerk, sat perched on a ledge in one corner of the large room. The meeting was filled with all

One year stood out above them all and, as he waited for the signal and the attack to begin, his mind drifted back to the Halloween party that seemed so far away. The afternoon was crisp and bright, giving an illuminated sheen to the colorful leaves that clung desperately to the branches on the surrounding trees. Billy and lifelong friend Chuck Zimmer had received the invite to Buddy and Elain’s annual Halloween bash and the two were intent on finding costumes that would outdo everyone else at the party. Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store.

I have a small suspicion but I gotta wait to talk to him to see if I’m right or not. As I get to the counter the two auburn hairs behind it turn around and two identical hazel-colored eyes greet me. “Hey Jen,” Wren says as she approaches the till. “Are you after your usual?” Robin asks I say yes please in response just as she heads over to the coffee machine to start making my order. I pay for my coffee as Robin finishes making it and hands it to me and she asks as she hands me a flyer, “Are you planning on coming to our spooktacular party here on Halloween this weekend?”

“But I was hoping that you might be able to help me with something.” “Anything for such a beauty,” he says. Men are so easy. Show them a great pair of tits, offer a soft smile, and hint that something more might happen and you have them eating out of the palm of your hands. I lean forward and keep my voice low as if I was sharing a secret, “I need a bit of information about someone who goes by the name of Bob.” The bartender hesitates, clearly nervous as his eyes dart around. I keep my gaze relaxed and innocent. His eyes narrowed briefly before he cleared his throat. “Seems that old Bob is very popular today. You know…THEY don’t want anyone knowing anything specific especially wolves.”

~Monday, October 31, 2016 - Halloween- Green, yellow, orange, red, blue. Blue, red, orange, yellow, green. Wow, it appears I've mixed up the order in which I'm munching on my Sour Patch Kids. This showcases my current state of boredom in Philosophy class. Now, where was I? Oh, right... Green, yellow, orange... My investigation into the candy packet grinds to a halt as I find it devoid of any remaining contents. I can't help but pout at this discovery; I seem to have devoured the entire package.