Carrie Novel Stephen King Novels & Stories

“Carrie, no! stay back!” The ceiling moved. A second later, it came crashing down on top of them. Dad and Carl were both dead. “No!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen in fear. “Carrie!” I turned around. It was mum. She was here, blood on her face. “Mommy!” I tried to run to her, but stopped as I saw him. A man stood behind her, holding her hair tight in one hand and a gun in the other. His eyes were cold as ice.

SHANE The next morning, I was sitting on the sofa with the Financial Times magazine open across my lap, halfway through an article on market trends when I heard the faint sound of heels, not the kind she wore to meetings, but the soft clack of something lighter, casual. I glanced up just as Carrie stepped into the living room. She was dressed simply; jeans, a cream sweater, her hair was loose around her shoulders, making her look so radiant. “You going out?” I asked, folding the edge of the newspaper without looking away from her.

Carrie snarled at them, her brown eyes flashing gold. “Sorry,” they mumbled, leaving in a hurry. Carrie locked the door behind them. “They’re scared of you,” Zeda said with a small smile. “They should be. I’m more powerful than them, and they wouldn’t want to misbehave knowing they’d have to deal with me in our kingdom,” Carrie replied, a mischievous smile on her face. “They’re werewolves too?” Zeda asked. Carrie nodded. “Yeah.” “I wish you could do that to Vyr, too. The world would be a better place,” Zeda said.

Very Carrie. Carrie tosses her bag onto the armchair. “Okay, tell me everything again.” She doesn't even slow down. I drop onto the couch. “You already know everything.” “I know the outline.” She disappears into the kitchen and returns with two cans of soda. “I need details. I need billionaire lore. I need to know what kind of face a man has to have before women start making life-altering decisions over breakfast.” I snatch the soda from her hand. “You’re insane.”

Carrie fell back with a screech as she rolled down the stairs. “Carrie!" Xavier's voice roared around the house. Jade looked up to see her husband running towards the stairs. She also spotted Maria who looked terrified. Carrie finally landed at the foot of the stairs unconscious and blood dripped out of her nose. Xavier threw his briefcase and quickly picked her up. He paused to look at his wife at the top of the stairs before dashing out. He stopped by the house to pick an important file, only to find Carrie falling down the enormous stairs.

She runs to them and she shouts, "What are you saying?" The old man doesn't answer and just waves 'goodbye' to her. Carrie's mind is full of questions and worries. She is thinking of her daughter, Hansel. What kind of fate does she have? What did she do wrong to experience all this? "Oh, sweet gods..." is all she can say. --- "So, make sure to use the APA format -" "Rrrinng~"

Carrie just nodded in my direction when she steered the steering wheel, put the car on drive again. *** “Cassiel, what a lovely name he has,” Carrie said dryly as she helped herself to a huge piece of beef capriccio and pushed it into her mouth like she was famished and it was the end of the world. “What kind of a name is that?” Carrie and I drove around to the Rockefeller Centre and watched one of those old, conspiracy theory movies about a flawed submarine which was left in the Atlantic to defect and the Americans tried to grab it. The movie was so uninteresting that we fell asleep somewhere in the middle. We both liked watching movies from the '80s because we were weird like that.

I assumed he left as a wolf. Kayler approached Carolina. -Shall we go to the house? -he asked. -No, I'll go to Anne's house and take this folder with me. We have a lot of research to do. -She told him, although she didn't sound very happy. And Kayler noticed. -Carolina... She grabbed my arm. -Oh, and if you don't mind, I'll take the car. Without another word we started walking towards Kayler's car, Carolina got in the driver's seat and I got in the passenger seat.

Carrie: The Reunion, he thought, somewhat morbidly fascinated. She gathered up the skirt, which was voluminous, revealing what looked a lot like brightly flowered . . . were those rubber garden boots? Oh, why the hell not? Then left her car door hanging open into the roadway as she rushed toward the banged-up sports car. “Hannah!” she cried as she ran toward the driver’s-side door. “Hannah? Oh my God, are you okay?”

Steph laughed out crazily. “Really? Maybe this will help.” he let out showing her the picture of Carrie lying coldly on the ground. Sarah gasped, “No, nothing can happen to Carrie… she can't die! She….” Steph busted out laughing while Sarah broke into tears. Suddenly Sarah screamed so loud. The sound of a gunshot filled the room and her whole body filled with blood. Her body turned cold as she watched her EX fall onto her, “Throw the thrash out,” the new voice let out.