Halloween: A Novel Novels & Stories

Gabby froze. The front door opened, and Gabby's neighbor of nineteen years, Mike Willison stood before him, holding a plastic mixing bowl full of chocolate candy bars. Gabby made her move. "Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted, opening her cloak. Mike Willison's eyes went wide at the sight of the naked female body before him. His jaw dropped, and he found himself at a loss of what to say. Gabby giggled, and shut her cloak. "Happy Halloween!" Gabby shouted, and ran off down the driveway back to the street.

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

I could still see the silhouette of the creepy house in the distance. I smiled to myself and clenched the envelope tightly again. I'd gotten laid and had my first vaginal orgasm on Halloween. And I got paid five thousand bucks for it! Best Halloween ever?

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

Hannah says. “Positive, this is the address you provided.” The driver says. I look over to Jack nervously. He holds my hand to comfort me. We all finally exit the car. As we make our way inside our new mansion we look around. It’s an Airbnb, so all the furniture is already set up. There’s a candle stand on the dining table and so many spooky stuff around the house. “This is cool, I love this house. Halloween is soon too. Wow, we’re here just in time. Hannah thanks for booking this place.” Jack says.

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.

But who knew that the fantasy romance novel would suddenly get turned into a horror novel. 'Halloween's Party', a game where selected people gets chosen to participate in a supernatural survival game. Those selected people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear 'Halloween's Party' you will get what you desire. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality.

“How can you not be blamed? This accident with Tommy is entirely your responsibility as his teacher, and your kindergarten isn’t innocent either! “Who allowed you to take little children into a haunted house? And knowing Tommy has claustrophobia, you still brought him in?” Anger flared through me, and I no longer restrained myself. With one swift motion, I slapped Holly, who was still struggling under my hold. She froze, eyes wide in shock and outrage. “You dare hit me?” Kent stepped forward, placing himself between us. I shook my stinging hand, a sense of reckless defiance taking over. “Yes, I dare!” I snapped. “That haunted house was just a Halloween-themed attraction. It clearly stated at

In dedication to Born By Power is a series of poem fixed within chapters of the book. The first was relating to Chaos And Apocalypse, which pretty much revealed a lot about the uprise of hell. This is the second and is themed on the horrific nature of Halloween and written with relativeness to hell. What does this hold to unviel? Who knows. Screams of Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Soft screams of blood chime, The period of dark, The day of ghouls, demons and imps,

At my apartment, N*****x and a bottle of wine to drown another useless Halloween evening, About Anna, I told her to enjoy the evening with her new hunt without me. Exhausted, I came to my apartment, but something was not right. Lobby lights were off, and not to mention it was dark enough for me to switch on the torchlight of my phone. Holding all the stuff, I walked in the dark. Great, where the heck did everyone go? Obviously, celebrating Halloween, While I tried to open the doorknob, something touched my shoulder. When I turned, it was a horrible face trying to kill me. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"