Jack Skellington As Pumpkin King Novels & Stories

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.

"You already have the deadpan sarcasm down to an art form." Gavin laughed, taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. "Hey, if I'm being forced into participating in this elaborate Halloween production, I'm going all in. I already ordered Thing. You know, the creepy disembodied hand that crawls around. It's animatronic and everything." Lucas groaned from the couch, looking genuinely pained. "You're all taking this way too seriously." "That's because you have no Halloween spirit," Piper teased, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're like the Scrooge of Halloween."

Maya's cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly hid her embarrassment and said while looking away, "You just hate admitting that you're a loser." Jack laughed and shrugged. "No, I'm not." Then he leaned forward with a broad smile. "I'm just playing the role of a coward." Maya placed a hand on her forehead as though she had completely lost hope in him. "You're such a terrible actor... so why don't you stop pretending?" Jack laughed loudly. "If I stop... everything will come to an end." I smiled silently as I watched the two of them bicker. I knew the truth Jack was hiding from everyone that he was actually the Prince of the Ghouls but I remained silent, just as I had promised him.

A chuckle went through her mind. "A doll ma petite. Non more like a predator waiting to strike it's prey." Snickering, Jezzebelle shook her head. "Oh yeah and you are what? A peacock ready to strut his feathers?" The King snickered up on his throne causing several people to look up at him including Lazarus. Zephyr noticed and wiped his face clear of any emotion. "Ha! Careful or you will get caught. That was a close one! Did I do that sorry!" She sent a mental laugh through his mind, pulling a his heart strings.

Joel pouted his lips. "What do you mean?... I'm wearing matching outfits with my son..have you forgotten Little Pumpkin is my son?" Michael sneered. "Deo! Who are you wearing matching outfits with?" He twitched his lips. "Na?" Joel gulped. "Well... Eerr... Little Pumpkin... Little Pumpkin is my nephew, remember? I'm wearing matching outfits with my nephew." He stuttered. "Little Pumpkin, kaja." He took Little Pumpkin by his wrist and led him out of the lounge.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Queenie said, laughing, signaling for me to replay the video. King scoffs at her, "It's Countess Buttercup of Peanutbutter. Get it right, Queenie!" He said in mock outrage like Winnie would be if she were here. Joker looked through files across the table, not watching, but I could tell he was enjoying listening. "Damn Jack, he couldn't even score being a Duchess. He isn't pretty enough to score that high." Knowing that was a complete lie. Jack was a little vain. This was good for him, and I was glad to see my siblings embracing their roles with my daughter.

I resolved. “Silly Ollie,” Jack berated me, “ We're not going to kill him,” Now he just laughed at me. “Then what are we going to do with him, Jack?” I asked skeptically. “He will fetch a nice price. I got someone who pays a pretty penny for an Alpha, even more for a King.” I groaned. Jack looked so pleased with himself like he had just won the biggest prize at the fair. He took out some masking herbs and sprayed them all over King Kellen. Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat.

Luckily, her face was on me so she didn't get to see someone's head get blown off and be traumatized. The gunshot seemed to have scared her as she sobbed gently and all I could do was console her by massaging her scalp. It's shocking to know that Mr. Pompous was from an orphanage and became the King of New York. I had put Elijah's words together even after he received the kicking of his life. They only made sense when he said Mr. Pompous could barely hold a gun about a decade earlier and also talked about being the rightful King of New York.

Jace Kingston doesn't deserve space. I'm organizing my notes when the door opens. He fills the doorway like he owns it. Broad shoulders under a crimson Vipers hoodie. Dark hair still wet from the shower. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He smells like expensive cologne and something else—something cold, like the ice he skates on. Girls on campus call him King. They say it like a prayer. I say it like a curse. "You're the tutor?" His voice is low and lazy, like this is all a joke.