Carrie Novel Stephen King Novels & Stories

Excerpt – Chapter One (Draft) Her name was Mara. She taught English. She liked coffee in paper cups and walks before sunrise. She got pregnant. He left. But she didn’t disappear. She stood on her porch and screamed her name into the morning air until someone wrote it down. Carrie’s POV When River told the publisher they wanted to write fiction, there was a pause. Then a reply. “We didn’t expect this direction. But if it’s what you need to tell the story, we’re interested. Please submit a partial.” River smiled when they read that.

Vickie asked thoroughly intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. "Hell, no!" Carrie answered. "I liked my job and really liked not being in jail! I wasn't going to screw around with a student, male or female!" "What was the fantasy?" Kevin asked. He had always thought that Miss Chandler was sexy, and the thought, now, of her with his sister had his dick quickly filling with blood. "You remember that tight little pair of yellow shorty-shorts you used to wear after you showered, before you headed home?" Carrie asked Dawn. "And the striped halter top?" As the image took shape in her mind, she added, "With no bra."

For a vampire, bloodline ability was nearly synonymous with identity. For me, it was the last support my mother had left me. My mother's Turning Ceremony had gone wrong. Three years after giving birth to me, they placed her in a coffin and waited for the transformation to complete. She never woke up. Her human body was too fragile, the Turning failed, and she died inside that narrow, lightless box. After that, I was terrified of enclosed spaces. Terrified of coffins above all else. My stepmother knew. My father knew. Neither of them ever cared.

Contrary to her cheery expression earlier on, her face had a trace of nervousness and disbelief. “What’s the matter?” I furrowed my brows and immediately knew that something bad happened. Carrie looked at me, clearly shaken and nervous. As she was holding my hand, I could feel that it suddenly started to turn cold. Before my eyes she started to break down as her body trembled and tears formed in her eyes. “Chloeee…. It’s not Arthur’s scent!” She froze and started to cry. “Carrie calm down, let’s walk over there… many people can see you crying here…” Not knowing what to do, not what to advise against the fate she had, I could only suggest for her to move to another place away from random peop

Carrie’s POV I slowly opened my eyes, trying to remember what had happened. I was lying on the ground, my head throbbing with pain. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me. I fell back down, groaning. As I lay there, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I struggled to get up again, but this time, I managed to sit up. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. I was in a dense forest surrounded by towering trees. The sunlight filtering through the leaves cast dappled shadows on the ground.

Clark and stay at a hotel, then she would find a way to kill those dogs. Carrie planned to buy some meat and spiked it with poison. Then she would go back to the Newman villa in the dead of night and lure the dogs with the poisoned meat. She would be able to get into the house if those dogs were poisoned. If the dogs survived, then Carrie could go to the media with the story of her conflict with Camryn, pressuring Camryn to let her in. That way, she could also use this to ruin Camryn’s reputation. Although Camryn was Carrie’s elder sister, she was treated worse than a servant because of her blindness. In Wiltspoon, everyone expressed sympathy for Camryn at the mention of her name. They would

“Is she dead?” I feel Drew squeeze my hand. “Can you give us a minute?” I ask him. He looks unsure but nods anyway. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” He squeezes my hand one last time. I suddenly feel all alone the moment the door clicks shut. I sit down in front of Dr. Shelby, my hands trembling. “I’m Carrie,” I say. “You might not recognize me because of the-” “Is this a new game your family is playing?” he asks in contempt. “Whatever it is you’re planning I want no part in it. How did you even find me?”

All at once her senses went haywire, and she shifted into the second wolf, the blades falling unheeded to the ground with a clang. Carrie realized what the vampire was talking about. The fighting, the half-hearted attack...it was a diversion!! She mind-linked this to the pack just as she got near the car. Her only goal to get to Lily and Gemma, to protect them as she wan meant to. As she had promised too. But just as her wolf was but a few steps away, something hit through the left side window and suddenly the car burst into flames and Carrie was thrown backwards . She could hear shouting and further screams but her concussed state meant her brain started going fuzzy.

When she entered the room at first, she thought that the room she was about to enter would be filled with a mystical aura just like the time she met Karl–her future boyfriend. Or it would be like supernatural fiction stories that she often read in Young Adult genre novels which she often reads in her spare time after doing school assignments when she was still in high school and college assignments (on the grounds that she was already in her second year at school lectures). With full of a mysterious, mystical aura, with a magical sensation that could make the hairs on her neck shudder as he entered.

I nearly vоmіt when I rеаlіzе thеу’rе ѕоmе оf thе mеn whо аttасkеd Aрrіl and mе. “Boy’s, mееt lіttlе Carrie,” she tells thеm. “She’s bееn mаkіng a nuisance of herself lately, but it’s оkау now. We’re gоіng tо turn this lіttlе threat іntо аn asset. Whо wаntѕ tо go first?”