Novel & Cerita Misery Novel By Stephen King

"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."

Those were the last words I heard before the lid came down. The last glimmer of light in my heart finally died out completely. In the darkness I screamed and beat at the wood until my palms bled. "Let me out! Adrian, please! I'm scared of the dark, I'm actually scared—" The walls pressed in from every side, the air thickened, and the inscriptions flared with a deep, ugly red. A searing, tearing agony detonated inside my bloodline, like something being ripped out of my marrow. I convulsed and clawed at the walls until my nails broke. No one responded.

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.

When Cassandra opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. It felt as if someone was hitting her head with a hammer. Her hands were tied and full of red welts. Her legs were bound too. She looked around. It was a dungeon. A smelly dark place with a small flame burning on one end near the door. There was a small skylight above. The early morning light was streaking inside from it. ‘Help!’, she cried. ‘ Someone please help me’.

She flinched momentarily before relaxing and wiping the tears from her eyes. “It was so horrible, Dan.” She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “ It was then I noticed the monster that was my husband. I fled the room and ran to the bathroom but the deed had already been done. I saw the mark on my neck and blood flowing out. I began to feel drowsy and weak. Like I was going to die. I collapsed that night and woke up the next day feeling different. By that time I was alone in the room. I felt hungry and I prepared something to eat only to vomit it out as soon as I ingested it. It was then Chris and his father came into the room. With smiles on their faces, they happily announced that I wa

I just stood in the shadows for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of my mom crying downstairs and the low, calm rumble of Chadwick’s voice. "How did I even get here?" I said to myself. I stripped off my ruined clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red, trying to wash away the smell of that basement, the feeling of Miguel’s fingers on my chest, and the heat of the explosion. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I still felt dirty. I felt like the fire had left a layer of ash on my soul that would never come off. Did Chadwick really kill those people? He's a ki

[Carlos] After dealing with Christmas upstairs, I headed here in the living room to have some piece of mind with the fire in the chimney in front of me. I always do this everyday when I am waiting for her before but now she's here, I'm still waiting for her. Waiting for her to remember everything including me. This is frustrating. I thought everything will be okay if I will find her but now she is back, it's just became worst dealing with her.

Peace was something I desperately needed right now. I pulled a random novel from one of the shelves and settled into the deep armchair beside the large window. Moonlight filtered through the glass, casting silvery patterns across the floor. I opened the book and turned a page. Then another. The words blurred together. I couldn’t remember a single sentence. My mind refused to leave that terrible day. Mia’s bright smile. Her easy laughter. The way she had leaned in conspiratorially only moments before everything went wrong. Then the blood. The scream that still echoed in my nightmares. Her lifeless body on the cold ground, eyes staring at nothing.