Best Stephen King Novels & Stories

"I just don't get it, how could he get married to that trash?" "Watch sis… Don't call her that!" Stephen warned. "Oh yeah, you like her and that is just like ewww." Stephanie emphasized her disgust by dramatically placing her hand over her mouth and letting out a retching sound. "Says the one who likes Jake Conat, that egoistic a**hole!" was Stephen's comeback. "He is not an egoistic a**hole. He is just a very manly man," Stephanie retorted shamelessly and Stephen passed her a disgusted look but did not say anything..

Kristen turned around and left before either woman could say a word. “I guess it’s me and you then.” Stephanie chuckled awkwardly and led Savannah back into the castle. As she gave her a tour, she quietly listed out the things she could and couldn’t do, that could invoke the wrath of the King. “Don’t think because he looks old and cuddly, that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill who crosses or steal from him.” Stephanie explained with a shudder and a dark expression fell across Savannah’s face. Of course she knew a lot about men who looked warm but were actually conniving demons.

I sneaked into Sebastian’s bedroom pretending to sleepwalk, my naked body burning with need, hoping my stepfather would finally stop fighting the monster he’d awakened in both of us. My mom actually slept just one door away. She slept off in her study while working and I didn’t care. My pussy yearns for my StepDaddy even more since the night he’d ruined me during the storm, and filled his cum in me like he was filling up a loophole for a dirty secret that can’t be out in the open.

"So what's stopping you, sir?" *Oh God.* She bit her tongue the second the words left her mouth. *No. No. No.* This was the second time tonight she'd slipped up and said too much. Yes, the sexual tension was unbearable. Yes, her body ached for him in ways that terrified her. But she could NOT have sex with her stepbrother. A man ten years older. A man whose house she lived in and despised half of her. She wasn't going to become like her mother. She wasn't.

"Going somewhere, stepsis?" I hated the pleading tone in my voice. "Let me go. Please." "Now she's asking," he chuckled, blowing minty breath in my face. "How polite. Maybe my father was right about you after all." His lips were only inches away from my ear now, and he asked in a whisper, "Is that how you'll beg me to fuck you, little stepsister? In that sweet little voice, too? Because it'll happen at some point. We both know it will."

Seeing him would help me feel better. Running down the stairs, I would have bypassed the kitchen altogether if it wasn’t for how dry my throat was. I stumbled to a halt as I spotted my stepfather behind the counter. His tall frame made the full-length apron he wore look small. He looked exactly like Jasper, dark haired and attractive, the only difference between them being Caleb’s blue eyes. He was stirring something in a pan. Caleb looked up from the pan, his frown lightening. “Hey, you’re up early.”

"Well, that hurt. I can read, you know." Wetness pooled in her panties and she couldn't stop staring at his outrageously frowning lips. "What do you read?" She barely had enough air in her lungs to get the words out. "Stephen King." She gave a small giggle. "Well that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." "That's where I learned my despicable vocabulary." "I'm impressed that you actually know a synonym for nefarious." "Your lovely, attractive, and dazzling splendor brings out the thesaurus in me."

Perhaps, if she could say so, this was one of the factors behind Stephen's desire to destroy the rebel group among supernatural beings with a worldwide and famous base of operations–William Schneider. "Essentially, he was once known as one of our great informants, since he was always doing his job pretty well before that incident happened to him. Apart from your older sister's boyfriend, Gavin Brooklyn." She did not know what response she should give to respond to the man's sadness which was becoming more and more obvious, there was absolutely no attempt by Stephen to cover it up. She could not put herself in Stephen's shoes, to imagine how Stephen was feeling at that time. It was Stephen wh

So he inspired me to be creative with my writing. Stephen King- He is in my top 5 favorite authors of all time. I love reading his books. I love how dark, real, lighthearted, and horrific his stories can be. I love the world and characters he creates. He is main reason why I gotten into horror. His books "The Shining" and "Carrie", which were turned into classic movies, helped influenced me to create this story.

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill