Books Stephen King Recommends Novels & Stories

“Damien wouldn’t do that!” “You call your stepfather by his name. Interesting.” He was doing it again, giving her those looks that suggested he knew far more than she did. She felt as if she were stark naked in front of him, to be observed and studied. “Now that I think about it, your relationship seems a whole lot better than I was made to believe. Aaron wouldn’t shut up about how shitty your relationship with the bloodsucker is—a pity story, if you ask me.”

She seemed keen on the idea that a little walk would help Lauren feel better, but Lauren didn’t think her mom would agree to a long hike. Up until a couple of years ago (when she discovered Ray Bradbury and Stephen King), Lauren had loved reading the Trixie Belden mysteries and at the moment she felt a lot like Trixie, off investigating a crime. Don’t have my beautiful best friend Honey with me, though.

Kyliena. It was an early morning on a freezing October morning, Halloween was just around the corner. I had woken up to the gentle pitter patters of the rain on the roof of the place I now called home. I had swiftly gotten myself up and bathed then dressed before taking a seat at the windowsill. I opened my favorite book of all time, The Princess Bride by William Goldman. I just love his work…even though I’ve never experienced love like that. My ex boyfriend Blake has an ego too large to let himself be completely consumed with loving someone other than himself.

It always paid off to be prepared for anything. “And you do know that was completely unnecessary right? I’m not attracted to him in the least.” Besides, I preferred my partners to be awake and willing. Somnophilia was not my kink. Lucius’s stare was flinty. The possessiveness in his eyes was dark and uncompromising. “What will drinking do? Does he need to take it?” I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness. “He needs to drink this. It will shock his system into waking up, like a forced reboot.”

“I found this book outside. It has all the answers.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about, Alex?” His attention turns back to the weathered book in his hands. He flips through the pages until he finds the one he’s looking for. “Look at this.” He hands the book to me. I scan the words, latching onto the ones at the very top. How To Kill A Vampire. Suspicion descends over me. “Alex, are you sure this is even real? It sounds a little made-up.”

she got up to introduce me to the stranger as I walked up to them, “Imani. She's a student in your school.” I put on my best smile as I turned to the visitor, but my smile froze immediately when I saw who the visitor was. I was hallucinating. I have to be. But I wasn't. “Imani Cole,” he rose to his feet, too. I believe we already have the pleasure of meeting. She's one of my students. I lectured in her class earlier today.” “Ohh, what a small world.” Mom beamed, “I bet you didn't know she's your step-niece. Imani,” she turned to me, even though I was hollowed out and blanked out, “he's Stephan King, Declan’s brother.”

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“Yeah… Animorphs and Goosebumps in elementary school do not a reader make.” “Hey, those are quality pieces of literature!” I declare. “Says who?” “Says me!” I huff, crossing my arms. “And I’ve read other books too! I like Stephen King and Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman and—“ “Okay, okay,” he surrenders, lifting his hands and cutting me off. “Seriously, though, why are you going to the library?” “I’m going to do some research.” “For what?” “New training methods. Double checking some of the warrior laws for the kingdom.”

“My God! What happened Mr. King?” “She was run over by a drunk driver.” Steven said as he walked around her and headed towards the elevator. Sandra, seeing that she wasn't needed, bounded towards the kitchen to pour herself a drink. Steven showered hurriedly and threw on a black Tee-shirt and a pair of Jeans before grabbing the keys to his porch. He raced to Marie's room and picked out some clothes for her in case she woke up at night and wanted to change into something else. The more he thought about it, the more confident he was on the fact that she would wake up before morning. He was about to dash out of the room when another thought hit him. What if she woke up in the night and was bore

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.