Novel & Cerita Stephen King Books Word Count

I choose a Stephen King paperback – Salem’s Lot - from the lower shelves and struggle to decipher the pages, my curvy body sinking into the cushy couch. I’ve always been more size 12 than two, and look like those dumb pictures of Eve – soft sloping stomach like van Eyck’s Ghent altarpiece, pert breasts, and curving hips for days. The words of my chosen book all turn up like mush. The leather smells like the cigars Samael smokes, the spice of his orange and musk cologne, and rain. It smells like him. I close my eyes, inhaling the scent. Memories of him from my childhood haunt me, the man cloaked in shadow, the owner of my soul.

I heard the echoes for quite a long time. “Corey. Just like that book about the girl who made the earth swallow everything.” She snorted. “You’re high as a horse, aren’t you? That’s Carey, not Corey.” I thought about it and realized she was right. I was high as fuck and I had just mistaken the name of one of Stephen King’s most iconic novels. We talked for a while mostly about things I haven’t spoken about before to a single soul. I felt better talking to her. She listened and shared some of her experiences with me which were mostly gruesome but given our current mood, it was all humorous.

She said, standing up my eyes wide too shocked to even utter a single word as I looked at the books under the desk that she was talking about. Each book was like a bible, probably having more than a thousand pages and I had to read twenty of them in twenty-four hours. My head was already throbbing as Elizabeth closed the door behind her, my body slumping against the chair, all the excitement of working gone leaving nothing but dread. I picked up the first book, it being so heavy it felt like my arm would fall off. My hand turned the thick leather page, flipping through the pages.

"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."

Hello everyone. Since we're approaching the end of this story, I will be finishing my book called THE WEREWOLF SWITCH next. It already has 87 chapters, and it will be as long as this one, so maybe 120 or 130 chapters. I'm planning to do a spin-off with some of the characters from this book and the Werewolf Switch, so don't go anywhere. The book will be titled WHEN A WEREWOLF AND A LYCAN KISS. Well, it’s more like a merge. It will be adventurous, more fun, and have lots of romance and bad people to kill.

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.

My heart has been frozen since my parents were killed 150 years ago by someone they trusted. Sorry let me introduce myself, my name is Dominic Issac King, I am 300 years old and I am the King of Vampires. I have black hair, very pale skin, green eyes unless my vampire side is near the surface then they turn red. My vampires name is Caleb, he has red eyes and he is the more cruel brutal half of me. I have been told even us vampires can have a mate and that, that mate can thaw the frozen heart of even the coldest vampire, but I have only ever seen it once and that was my mother and father. I trust very few people after my parents got betrayed and because of that betrayal I turned cold. There a

It was the way the Omega was smiling and blushing as he looked up at the scary Alpha. Sebastian found himself slowly wandering the room, looking at all the things that belonged to the Alpha: the paintings on the walls, the knickknacks on shelves, and the colorful hand-blown glass on the bookcase. His fingers ran along the books, and he noticed the entire collection was from the same author, Stephen King. They were all hardcover and looked to be in perfect condition. He wondered what kind of story those books told. Were they romantic or funny? It's been so long since he read a book. He slightly pulled back a book titled Needful Things before sighing and pushing it back into place.

And as he stood there, the darkness closing in around him, he realized that nothing—nothing—would ever be the same again. Hi dear readers, this book is gently reaching completion at exactly 120k+ words, please engage.

They may be punctuation errors and other minor grammar errors in the book but be assured that the author is working hard to correct them (please note in the comments section if you find any, to help the author correct it immediately). The number of coins used to unlock locked chapters is not constant, this is because the number of words each chapter contains vary as well. The number of words a chapter has depends on the plots and scenes that are needed in the chapter. A chapter may have as little as 900 words or as high as 4000+ words, so they are locked with very few coins or relatively many coins. Lastly, do note that this is not a horror book, but they are traces of horror in it (dependin