Jack Skellington Pumpkin King Novels & Stories

Cheryl nodded. "The witch is very far away. In the past, there was a beautiful princess from the kingdom of Onion who wanted to wash gold in the river. The Princess met a pumpkin, in the shape of gold too, the Princess took the pumpkin to eat, mistaking it for Halloween." "Then continue." Faaza urged. Meanwhile, Cheryl had to rack her brain again because of her original composition. "Do you know Halloween? Uh, it's scary. They like to bite small children, but their teeth are toothless hihi."

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.

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.

Junk said. As I’m walking by him, I flipped him my middle finger and he laughed. I guess I’m going to be the joke today. I can’t be mad at Mel though. Her joy is infectious. We make our way to the dining hall, because of course, Junk needs to eat. How he stays fit, I will never know. We meet King Jaxon and Queen Sable as they are also making their way to the dining hall. I introduce Mel to them and Queen Sable immediately hugs Mel. “You look a lot like Giselle.” She said with a smile.

This person's brow bone is very high, making his eye sockets sunken, so no matter what expression on his face is, it becomes indescribably wicked even though he looks extremely handsome. Jason quickly whispered to Claude, "CDEA big boss Rondy Yang." Rondy Yang, the boss of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the city as well as the largest entertainment industry in Asia, has a relationship with gangsters. A character who can change white to black, shout rain, and call wind, is called "The Evil Man of the Entertainment World."

After talking some more about our pumpkin, we curled up together and fell asleep. A loud pounding on the door woke us both up early the next morning. Who the hell is pounding on the door like that?! Conor heaved an irritated sigh as he started to sit up but before anything could be said the king let himself in. I was confused as to how he was able to unlock the door until I saw the Master Key Lewis used to have being put back into his pocket. Conor and I traded apprehensive glances as the king shut the door behind himself. I have a really bad feeling about this… I grabbed Conor’s hand under the blanket because I felt scared. He squeezed my hand gently as the king approached us.

I picked up my pencil and started sketching the human skeleton, lightly tracing the outline, focusing on the details. Anything to stay distracted. The classroom was calm. Too calm. Then suddenly— It went quiet. Completely quiet. I frowned slightly and looked up. Aaron. He had just walked in. I blinked. That was fast. Practice must’ve ended early. He walked straight over and dropped into the seat beside me. “What a skeleton,” he said, a small smirk forming on his lips. I rolled my eyes slightly. “Oh please. I tried my best.” He leaned closer, glancing at my notebook.

“Do you think the nurses will get scared?” I laughed, ruffling his hair. “Oh, definitely. They won’t be expecting such a spooky ghost!” Andrew and I helped him carve a few pumpkins that morning, turning each one into a different character—some goofy, some scary, and one that Tristan declared was the "king pumpkin." We set them up along the windowsill, and Tristan giggled as he imagined each pumpkin “watching over” the hospital room.

I was about to sip on my lemonade juice's straw but then my ears heard a booming cackle that echoed in the whole restaurant. "Why is he here?" I asked. "Don't he have his own café and restaurant?" Sophie swallowed the Carbonara inside her mouth and sipped on her Lemonade juice. She was about to talk but the king of the jerks slammed the table (but not that really powerful unlike the other day that made our foods fell on the table down to the floor) and left a five-dollar bill. "The three of you can't understand huh?" "What? That you're the king of jerks and dirtballs, huh? We do understand that, Mr. Drey 'king of jerks' Jackson Punder," I said and smirked.

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.