Carrie Stephen King Novels & Stories

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.”

Seeing him would help me feel better. Running down the stairs, I would have bypassed the kitchen altogether if it wasn’t for how dry my throat was. I stumbled to a halt as I spotted my stepfather behind the counter. His tall frame made the full-length apron he wore look small. He looked exactly like Jasper, dark haired and attractive, the only difference between them being Caleb’s blue eyes. He was stirring something in a pan. Caleb looked up from the pan, his frown lightening. “Hey, you’re up early.”

So he inspired me to be creative with my writing. Stephen King- He is in my top 5 favorite authors of all time. I love reading his books. I love how dark, real, lighthearted, and horrific his stories can be. I love the world and characters he creates. He is main reason why I gotten into horror. His books "The Shining" and "Carrie", which were turned into classic movies, helped influenced me to create this story.

“Why can’t he just step out of the car!” Vivian shouted loud enough for Ichabod to hear. “I told you darling! He is a fucking Vampire that’s why!” Michael mumbled into Harmony’s ears as he held her around the neck, ignoring her whimper of pain. Harmony was coughing. She kept holding on to Michael’s hand which was around her throat. Vivian was freaking out and Ichabod was looking at them… Why was he not doing anything?

"Well, that hurt. I can read, you know." Wetness pooled in her panties and she couldn't stop staring at his outrageously frowning lips. "What do you read?" She barely had enough air in her lungs to get the words out. "Stephen King." She gave a small giggle. "Well that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." "That's where I learned my despicable vocabulary." "I'm impressed that you actually know a synonym for nefarious." "Your lovely, attractive, and dazzling splendor brings out the thesaurus in me."

Afraid. Fear is a strange thing. For her, it’s been both a weapon and a curse. It’s driven her to survive horrors most people can’t fathom, but it’s also kept her chained to them. Watching her now, I see it clearly: she’s caught in a push and pull between fighting her demons and being consumed by them. I’ve seen killers, survivors, even cowards—but no one like Andreina Carlo. She’s a storm, and storms don’t rest. Not even now.

Carrie’s eyes widened – as if she was daunting her. Her eyes widened at what she said. She unconsciously felt like her breathing had just stopped. “T-The Alpha K-King knew?” She nervously repeated. Carrie nodded her head. “And I heard that he would be here tomorrow.” Carrie anxiously said. Her heart thumped fast and hard inside her ribs. She hadn’t met the King nor seen him personally, but everyone knew who the Alpha King was. He was cruel, ruthless, and merciless. And that was enough for everyone to feel scared of him – especially her, who was a weak person.