Books Stephen King Recommends Novels & Stories

"Like what to eat and what to avoid, and all do and don't. "Really?" "Hmm" "Then I too need that book." "Sure." 'Until then, we can purchase an ebook and go through it.', Rex suggested. 'Agree. Whenever she will be sleeping, we will read those ebooks.' 'Yep! That's a perfect idea.' *****

"I am just joking, I don't even know your situation, but it is a very good book, try to read it", Stephen offered. I could not help but feel giddy hoping I would find a solution to my admiration for boys. I thanked him continuously before leaving as I scrolled through the book on my way to the class. Either it is admiration or not, I will surely find the answers to my doubting mind. *********

"Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable." A genuine, boyish grin broke across his face. It was the first one I had seen that didn't feel like he wanted to hurt someone. "I’m more of a THE SHINING man, myself.” My heard perked up. “You’re serious?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” I laughed, a small, genuine sound that surprised both of us. "Nathaniel, you like Stephen King? I pictured the Valak men reading war manifestos or ledgers of their enemies."

"I didn't really notice before." "Thanks," Liam replied, closing the door behind us with a soft click. "I try to keep it decent. Never know when someone might drop by." A small bookshelf in the corner caught my attention, filled with what looked like a mix of textbooks and actual novels. I hadn't expected him to be much of a reader, but there were worn paperbacks mixed in with his school books, their spines creased from multiple readings. "You read Stephen King?" I asked, noticing one of the horror novels tucked between his English textbook and a basketball strategy guide.

Stephen let out a small chuckle. "Go to sleep." [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

“Well, at least tell me if I have one part right.” “You have always been so stubborn,” Raquel smirks. Putting his pointer finger into the air, he offers me hope. “Fine. I will give you only one fact.” “Yay!” I clap eagerly. Raquel covers his mouth. Almost as if he is attempting to hide a smile. “I said one, Katrina. Now, go on before I change my mind.” My mind filled with unique books I read, remembering that I read about different creatures from vampires to werewolves and demons to Fae. Then one, in particular, hits me. I can see it as clear as day.

Brandon asked, reaching for my hand. I gave it to him, even though part of me wanted to keep my arms folded in defiance. “Awful.” There were no two ways about it. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” he said, trying to be reassuring. A woman on the TV screamed as a clown jumped out of the shadows, and I realized they were watching the new remake of Stephen King’s It. I had wanted to see it, but ironically my mom said I shouldn’t watch it because I’d have nightmares. If she only knew what I see in real life. I don’t have to listen to her anymore, but I had avoided the theater while it was playing just to be somewhat more compliant than I had been of late. It was an easy place to give in.

He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.

he walks over to me and takes both hands in mine --“you do not need the witches. They cannot teach you what you need to know.” I glance at Stephen who is standing there with a confused frown between his eyes. “They can teach me some of the spells.” “You can just as easily learn it from a book.” He turns to Edric. “I am glad you survived. It will get worse. Alexander has more plans for you, but he will not kill you.” “He almost did.”

But there were a few regrets that filled my bosom. My tiny wishes. I wished I could tell Stephen King how I used to steal his books from Cora's library. He made me fall in love with terrifying stories of real life. How I stopped fearing monsters and started believing they were part of us; within us. I just wished to tell him how much I was grateful to him. But it wasn't happening. Maybe one day in heaven. Just maybe. With these thoughts running frantically in my mind, I heard a growl. The loudest yet most noisy growl ever in my life. And that's when I felt had given in along with my mind. I lost my consciousness. I felt suffocated. This was it.