Descendants Pumpkins Novels & Stories

“Paid? What do you mean, paid?” Jude, who was already halfway into his room, poked his head out. “Paid for what?” Ethan, ever the clown, threw his arms wide dramatically. “For her! For our dear, precious Orlanda! We are millionaires! Millionaires, Mama!” Enoch jumped beside him, grabbed the phone and hugged it like a baby goat. “Do you know what this means? We can buy that new game console —” “—And new shoes! —” “—And a new bike! —”

Pumpkin anything is my favorite, but she doesn’t usually start making anything until August in preparation for fall so I’m shocked to see them this early. “You just graduated college and they’re your favorite and Lucas’ favorite.” She points behind her. “There’s still a batch here.” I side eye her. “Alright then. Don’t let Dad eat them all!” I tell her as I re-lay the cellophane. I’m out the door after a few moments and pushing through the gate on the side of his house that Theo installed when Lucas and I were back and forth constantly between houses. It leads to the backyard, and when I get there Lucas and Theo are sitting at the table, each with a margarita.

"Suppose I were to accept your help, where would we get the pumpkins? Not unless you have a farm full of them" "My parents have tons to spare" If her doe eyes got even bigger I would be begging to fuck her. "Your parents?" I stretched out my hand, "I'm Zade. Zade Cutler"

When Felix pulled up to the Peters’ home, he saw that it had been decorated for Halloween. A trio of small hollowed out pumpkins, each with a unique design, sat on the steps leading to the door. The door itself was adorned with a wreath made of autumn leaves, pinecones and faux spiders. A life-sized skeleton beside the door appeared to be waving to passersby.

“Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shape shifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee table in front of us and leaned in c

Then a familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Xavier Thorn, you foolish boy!” Nana Cromwell pushed through the crowd, her small frame radiating unexpected authority. Her silver hair gleamed under the moonlight as she stepped between us. “Do not do this. The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, she is your mate!” Nana yelled. “Rejectimg your fated mate carries a heavy price. Mark my words, child. You will regret this night for the rest of your days.” Nana continued.

Eric declared. James excitedly touched the album. “And I know James will continue the tradition of being a cute little pumpkin,” Samantha said as she searched for a specific photograph. “Tradition?” Deborah repeated. “Yes, look,” Samantha said, showing a photo of a young blonde boy dressed as a pumpkin. “Aww... what an adorable little pumpkin,” Deborah said as she hugged her husband. “You’ve convinced me to continue the tradition, right, James?” James burbled in response. The grandparents smiled and began sharing their ideas for this year’s decorations and games for the kids who would visit, while Deborah eagerly added her own ideas.

By late October, the weather grew cooler, and pumpkin-themed decorations began appearing frequently across the SU campus. Carved pumpkins dotted the lawns, the dining halls served roasted pumpkins and pumpkin soup, and pumpkin lanterns—decorated by someone unknown—adorned the apartment building entrances. The vibrant orange hue warmed the gradually bleak campus.

Still, he was already dreaming of retirement, of leaving the place to the next generation. The Pick-Your-Own pumpkin patch came into view, and he frowned—every other crop row had at least two or three rotten pumpkins on the umbilical-like vines, shriveling on the ground. They appeared frostbitten, although overnight temperatures hadn’t dipped anywhere near the freezing mark yet. This hadn’t been here before, he realized.

His dad had gone back to Chatham earlier in the afternoon and would probably be back later in the night. The event was so big, almost as big as Halloween itself except that instead of having everyone dressed up in some dark spooky fashion (except for Jake of course), pumpkins were the talk of the day. Jake was almost run over by an incoming pick up truck and quickly stepped aside before noticing the huge pumpkins piled up in the back of the truck, all of which were carved into jack-o'-lanterns. One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing.