Jack Skellington Pumpkin King Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Kayla squealed when she was done with his make up. I turned the chair to face the mirror and that was it to make me laugh. His facial expression was priceless. He had to bat his long colored lashes to be sure he was seeing the right thing. "I present to you" kayla started "Princess Dillie of Pinkland!" "My hair!" He screamed "My pretty face!" "Yeah, we just made it a million times prettier" "Aren't you adorable" I said pinching his pink covered cheeks. "You're as cute as a fat clown"

"Every time the villagers put an instrument in your hands. You light up like the North Star. It's a nice change." Eden's brows rose in surprise. Violet gulped, realizing what had just escaped her lips. She couldn't find a single thing to say. Utter silence gripped the carriage. Eden cleared his throat. "You're right." "I am?" Eden touched his crown. "I've worn this since I was twelve. And I've managed to hold onto it through the manipulation and disloyalty of several advisors and one uncle. Being king affords me many luxuries, but it offers no chance of escape."

"What was his name, Casey?" Tears spilled over her lashes and trailed down her cheeks. And for the first time she was able to admit that she was no longer his captive. Even if he opened the bars to her cage, she wouldn't run. First of all, there was no way off this damn mountain without a helicopter license and second of all she was falling deeply in love with the only human being that seemed capable of understanding her cracked heart. "I called him Jack," she whispered, then a slow, sad grin spread across her face. "After Jack Skellington from the Nightmare Before Christmas. My favourite movie of all time."

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.