Best Stephen King Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, Stephen suddenly turned to look at Keelin “Keelin, I know you're a special kid, but luck and miracles don't always come to us. It is often said that the door of birth is the door of death, 'birth' refers to the child and 'death' refers to the mother. You'll have to go through that too, so take good care of your health and don't forget that you're not alone." “I remember, father.” Keelin nodded and smiled at Stephen. She couldn't help but be surprised at his words, she didn't expect him to think so deeply. Furthermore, normally these words would come from mothers, but this was the first time she had heard it from a man who was also a king. No wonder Reynolds always said

Third person POV Tyler stepped out from the luxury bus as he was dropped off in front of his mansion, "Later guys" he waved at them and went in. Earlier after the sex, he confronted Scott a lot about deleting the recording but the guy was bent on keeping it no matter what, and everyone in the room although silent shows their tacit agreement to keep the video, Tyler has no other option than to give up, and he could never forget the happy smiles that sprouted out from many of them afterward, he couldn't help but have a foreboding feeling.

Chapter 05 The office hallway seemed to stretch on forever as Olivia hesitated, her eyes fixed on the tall figure walking towards her. “Shit," she muttered under her breath, her heart thumping. Chad, her new stepbrother, had his piercing blue eyes staring right through her. It had been a very awkward morning since her mother made that announcement last night. Her boss was her stepbrother and she had just kissed him - how more awkward could that be? "Hey, Chad," Olivia ventured, her voice soft and tentative, trying to break the ice.

He kissed me again deeper, his breath ragged, and I matched it by tugging his hair, urging him on. Then the realization hit me sharply like a slap: This was my stepfather. I froze. My hands dropped and my throat got locked. “Stop struggling,” he murmured, his voice thick, his lips brushing my ear. “Just give in, Miguel. I know how badly you want this” “Get the fuck away,” I snapped, shoving him hard, my voice shaking. He hesitated and pulled back slowly, his pants tight with want, his jaw ticking tight. He stood by the side of the bed, lingering a second, then soon turned and walked out. The door clicked shut, fucking loud in the silence.

What kind of a reaction was that? I know he's only going to say that I shouldn't fall in love with Luke. It would be a shame to admit to him that I liked my father... "No, I don't." "Do you know you're a bad liar?" "I care about him because he's my stepfather." "Chill, why so defensive? I just want to know how much you like him." His inquisitiveness annoyed you. When i act like i don't want to respond to his questions, he looks away and is silent for a while.

After showering, she gives the king some clean clothes and a towel. Stephanie is sitting at her desk when she hears shoes on the floor. When she looks up, she is shocked at how handsome the man in front of her is. "You clean up well," I smiled at him. "Let me get my keys so we can take you to get checked up and see why you have memory loss.""

Stephen said as he struggled to maintain his balance… Some minutes after, the men of Cassius began invading the area and a fight was already going on… Not long after, the devil himself appeared in front of Stephen and Jessica. “Nice to meet you, chosen ones. I’m so glad that I finally get to see your faces. Who would have thought that I had the chosen werewolf right beside me all this time and I didn’t notice. And who would have thought that the chosen vampire is Stephen Crawford, the top model of this country. I was planning on turning you into a vampire but this really shocked me” He said and clapped with a smile on his face…

It hardened his resolve to kill Darian. At last, the chance came. One evening, the men of the Brook family—father and son—returned home quite drunk after an evening of drinking. As they passed by Stephen's home, he watched them stumble through their own gate without so much as locking it behind them. Stephen crept in quietly and hid himself in the kitchen. He waited there in the dark, watching the lights in the house go out one by one. He waited a long while before he finally moved. He took a cleaver from the kitchen and slipped into Darian's room under the faint light of the moon.

“Okay, enough crying. Let’s watch something trashy, braid each other’s hair, and make fun of TikTok couples.” I laughed through my tears. “God, I love you.” “You better. I’m the only one who knows about your criminal-level obsession with your stepbrother.” “Shut up.” “Never.”

She didn't know what had caused the shiver that ran down her spine. Perhaps it was his deep, masculine voice, or perhaps it was the fact that, for the first time, he had called her by her name directly, without any formal title before it. Or maybe it was simply the way he had spoken that magical word: love.