Candy Dealer Spooky Month Novels & Stories

I was buying a few more party items as the sun began to set on the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and red. The city of Seattle was getting ready for the haunted night, but for me, the priority was making my children's birthday as magical as possible. They deserved it. As I scoured the stores for the missing items, I couldn't help but smile, imagining how excited my kids would be about the party. They were my world, my reason for living since the day they were born six years ago. Leaving another store with bags filled with decorations and treats, I realized that night had fallen, and the moon was rising in the sky, full and bright. I remembered reading somewhere that, on that

I asked him, forcing a smile. "Yes, that's right, dear, you will." "So, what is the plan for this month?" I asked them, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "Well, it is nearly the end of the month, so therefore, the end of the year. We traditionally have a bonfire, as the moon for December is called the cold moon, along with the oak moon and the long night's moon. We typically try to burn at least some oak during the bonfire, but it's mostly staving off the long and cold night with the fire. This year, though, I would like to make it a bit of a pre New Year's party for the pack."

It is a small space with shelf-covered walls. There are glass bowls on the shelves, each one of them containing different colors of sweets. Lemon-shaped yellow candies, caramel-flavored sticks, colorful lollipops, red and white sugar canes...Candace enjoys the view and looks at them with enthusiasm. This is a delightful opportunity to act like a little girl who needs her daddy to take care of her. "Ah, sir! They look incredible." She bites her bottom lip and turns around to face the man who watches her intensely. "May I try one of them?"

Winter POV The pack grounds never looked like this before. Strings of orange lanterns hung between the trees, glowing like small captured suns. The scent of roasted corn and caramel filled the air, blending with the faint musk of wolves in human skin. Children ran past in tiny costumes, miniature witches with glitter-painted faces, little wolves wearing fuzzy ears that looked too big for their heads. Laughter rolled through the clearing like music. It was the annual Crescent Moon Halloween Fair, a tradition my mother insisted we keep every year. But this time, everything felt different. Maybe because of him.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” Flynn sighed once he was alone. He needed to have a talk with Lucas about their relationship. Whilst the idea of hour long makeout sessions was highly attractive, the thought of their future being filled with very sterile public dates and nothing more than hot kisses in private was not what he wanted. A wonderful smell started to form and he wondered what Lucas was cooking. One part of it smelled like freshly baked bread and another smell reminded him of Halloween. It was true that Halloween was fast approaching. There was a temporary line of Chadwick’s Creations chocolates set to be released to pick up on increased sales of sweets at Halloween. Flynn

Then, she got down on her hands and knees and shoved them one by one through the crack of my door, trying to cover up the smell of death. The white mothballs rolled into the room and stopped beside my corpse. "Mom, that's not the smell of garbage. That's the smell of your daughter rotting." Did she not suspect anything at all? If she just opened the door and looked, just once, she would finally see. However, she did not. Mom dusted off her hands, looking pleased with herself. Just then, the delivery guy downstairs shouted up, "Layla! You've got mail!" Mom went down to get it and came back with a thick envelope stamped with the City Culinary Association’s logo.

If the situation with Darien hadn’t happened he would have probably gone there by now. He looked at the event posting again. It was for an early Halloween event and the business would be open in the evening for the first time. Customers were encouraged to come in appropriate fancy dress and all products would be horror themed. Zach was intrigued. He could invite Darien to it. Fancy dress would mean Darien could have a disguise and the affordable product prices meant that he could pay this time. It was perfect. The date was the following week on Friday. He would have to see if it aligned with Darien’s schedule. He checked a few more posts and picked up another half read Damien Black book.

her eye widen as she looks at me and Cynthia, "when is the moon fesitval anyway?" I giggle, "I believe it's in October, so we've missed it this year, perhaps we should do both, I'll talk to Braddock about it. Now back to this, I want to decorate every tree outside the houses of every member of the pack, no one should not have a tree and since we live in the forest that shouldn't be an issue. I don't want any cut down and brought into a home, that's just not what this is about. We can make wreaths for every door, oh the children, I'm sure they would be excited to help." They look at each other with worried expressions, "what?, tell me what am I doing wrong this time?"

I glanced at both of them — Kent tense and evasive, Holly hollowed out and dazed — then began explaining calmly. “Today was Halloween. The kindergarten planned a trip to the amusement park. Our class unanimously chose to visit the haunted house, and all the parents agreed beforehand. “This morning, Tommy did request leave, saying he couldn’t come. But in the afternoon, Mr. Spark brought him to the kindergarten, saying he had a date and it wasn’t convenient to bring Tommy along.” The moment I said that, Kent’s shoulders jerked and he lowered his head in panic. Beside him, Holly looked up in utter disbelief.

'Then this is my own kid' Mr Juan replied. Your dad had to stay with Mr Juan in case the police calls about the kids. So the end. What do you mean the end? One of Kate friends asked and he replied, that all. When it was around 8p.m I went out to face my fear for I knew the night was another full moon and those Black Cults would come again. I waited for several minutes till it was exactly 9p.m. Others were inside, the Voodoo man has gone so only I was outside. I brought out the Black cults book to read again and suddenly, I saw yellowish light coming from the middle of the book.