Carrie Stephen King Novels & Stories

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward. The weight of Wade Roberto's proposition settled like a heavy fog in her mind, obscuring her thoughts and clouding her vision of the future. Each step she took towards her car felt like a shuffle through an intricate puzzle, with no discernible solution in sight. The air outside was crisp, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the office. Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her.

They stood there looking at each other like this for a few seconds. After a moment, Stephen finally spoke up again. "She has dared me so much that I can't stand her. She is the reason my wife insulted me last night, Maria King has gained morale from Kristen and that's too bad for me. I need her to remain fearful, to always have what I can do at the back of her mind. I just hope that this new courage of hers will not stop her from remembering that I am Stephen King, the man who can bend her life and it becomes miserable like her daughter's."

He grabbed her by the neck with one hand so fast no one saw it coming, using his other hand to open the door he dragged her out forcefully out of the car. “King..” she screamed fearfully, struggling with his grip. “Good. Now I have your attention.” “King. Just let go of her. People can see you.” Brian warned, trying to release Stephanie from him. “I…king.. please.” Her eyes rolled and shut tight as she begged. King immediately released her and she fell to the ground coughing. Brian wondered why his friend always had a beast in him ready to attack. Any place and time! King stepped back and shove both his hands into his pocket as he watched her whimper. “Get up Stephanie! And start talking.” H

He answered softly. As he pulled up outside my house, I suddenly felt sick. It took a few minutes before I gathered enough courage to get out of his car. I arrived a few paces away from the front door without realising he was following me every step of the way. I took a deep breath, followed by the final few steps to the door. I hovered my hand over the front door handle and pressed it lightly. The door opened slowly. My jaw dropped, seeing the mess of my house as I stepped inside.

Her stepfather wasn’t just any vampire. Damien felt her tense. Her fear was evident in the way her hands shook when he reached for them. She wouldn’t even meet his gaze. He rarely cared about what others thought of him—not even the Vampire King could intimidate him. And yet he felt dread at the thought of his woman fearing him. But why? All he had done was try to protect her. Couldn’t she see how infatuated he was with her? He had even set aside his own reputation to come retrieve her.

"That's his stepsister? Did you see the video?" Elias stops in the middle of the floor. "Good morning. I'll keep this short, because I know half of you are dying to get back to pretending you're working." A couple of nervous laughs. "This is Lorei Bennett. She's my stepsister, she's joining Communications today, and she reports to Renata Cho." By the window, a silver-haired woman stiffens like she's been called on in class.

WELCOME TO CANTERBURY. Her heartbeat shifted. “Oh no…” she murmured softly. It was real. She was actually here. For Liam Conelli. The arrogant carpenter who insulted her more often than he acknowledged her. A man with rough hands, a sharp jaw, a low voice, and an infuriating gaze that had taken permanent residence in her thoughts. And it had all begun that night in the storm. Her car stranded on a rural road after a massive fallen tree blocked her path. Rain falling like chaos.

Maybe when she has free time later, she will try to ask her older sister. Yes, she thought it might be a good idea. If it were not for Stephen's remark about the oddness of his college day off notice, perhaps he would never have suspected that Professor Anderson was killed by a supernatural being. First, it would be very difficult to tell ordinary people that the man's death was caused by an attack of a legendary supernatural being, a werewolf type, who had only been part of fairy tales. Second, if she had not known about supernatural beings and had not met Karl, Stephen, or William Schneider himself, she would have also been one to laugh at the idea of supernatural beings.

She felt awkward from this place and the gaze. “Don’t worry,” Kyrian whispered to her. - I won't hurt you. Ilyana looked at her former friend incredulously. Perhaps he has gone crazy? How can Kyrian follow the vampire king, helping him destroy the world he swore to protect? Not understanding anything, Ilyana pressed her hands to her chest, trying to calm herself down a little. Entering the castle, Kyrian turned left towards the large staircase. Not at all out of breath from the long climb, the brown-haired man reached the end of the corridor and entered the last door.