Novel & Cerita Similar To Stephen King

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.

In a way that made me want to run far, far away. Something was coming tomorrow night. And something inside Stephen… wasn’t human anymore. AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading! Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to stay updated on what happens next. Trust me, you won’t want to miss what’s coming! Stay tuned! 💜

“Well, the check cleared, I’ll say that much.” “I hear you. Didn’t Stephen King say something once about how a bad movie version of one of his books can’t actually tarnish the book; that it’s still fine up on the shelf, something along those lines?” “Actually, I think he was quoting James M. Cain.” “I’ll take your word for it. You’re the writer, after all.” The young man held out his hand. “By the way, I’m Tobias Silver, but my friends call me—” “Let me guess, Toby?”

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.”

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.”

As if sensing my discomfort, Kaden momentarily looked in my direction but his eyes soon flickered back to the movie, probably thinking it was nothing. But it was everything. Nothing heals. The past like time. The person is alone. No one cares. It's never easy to walk away until you crumble down. ‘It will be alright.’ Heaving a sigh, I rested my head on my knees, peaking through the space between my arm. I disliked these horror movies. The boys gasped when the ghost killed the human brutally yet slowly, his blood oozing out from the skull. Why did the movie felt so similar? it was as if I was the human and the ghost was my caretaker. Only the difference was; the ghost had killed the human but

The rest of us that remained standing are in one way or another related to each other somehow. From my point of view, I had with me right now, The step brothers from both sides, my actual Dad, the Stepmom I'm seeing for the very first time, my Mom and step Dad, and the half sister who appears too young to be involved in all of this crazy inter-family madness. She looked terribly confused and sad that I felt really bad for her. How less crazy could this possibly get at this point?

So many qualities were alike. “What are you thinking about?” Miriam asked. “Did you observe the striking resemblance I have with Stephanie's mom?” “Yeah. You share a feature or two with her. Is anything the matter?” I sighed. “An outsider might think I'm her daughter” “It's normal for people to resemble each other. I've seen people that are carbon copies of themselves, yet they're not even related and have never met each other. It's pretty normal for such things to happen. Don't worry about it” she said and took the remote from the table and turned on the television.

Well, that’s probably because he wasn’t human. His eyes were beautiful. A strange shade. Pale, almost glowing. They reminded her of Damien’s. The thought froze her. She stared at him properly now. Yes. He looked like Damien. Not identical. Younger, perhaps. They had the same coldness to them too. But the resemblance was undeniable. A relative, maybe? Did Damien have his family living here? How come he never talked about them? How had she never met any before? “I—sorry,” she said. “I didn’t hear you.”

I wondered what her reaction would be if she knew that reawaken might be in danger because of the wolfbane that I unknowingly consumed. My steps stopped near the town square as my path was blocked by that woman and a big man beside her who gave me a sharp look. I sighed lazily and stared at her in disgust. "You're a crazy, annoying woman," I greeted her unfriendly.