Stephen King It Book Novels & Stories

he said softly. I swallowed and leaned in to the book. The words made sense and didn’t at the same time. There were commands. Directions. Warnings written between lines, not on them. When we finished, the room felt smaller. Jaxon closed the book. “Once the portal opens, it won’t wait. You hesitate, you stay back.” “Good to know,” I said. “No pressure at all.” I snuck a look at the King again. He didn’t smile. We moved to the open yard outside Alpha Stephan’s pack house. The air was cold, sharp against my face. The sky above us looked normal, which somehow made it worse.

I mean, I had nothing against the beer belly, but it had such a hairy chest that it almost looked like a monkey. Pull yourself together, it doesn't matter what he looks like. And if he were King Kong, the main thing is that he answers your questions! "Um ... yes, hello," I began after the bankruptcy with the woman a little unsettled and briefly held out my ID before I let it disappear into my pocket. "A prole running free was sighted around here and ..."

A prophecy that foretold the gruesome conspiracy to end the life of the greatest king of the earth. All I want from you is a little aid, a little enlightenment, a little fortitude, and caliber to complete my work. Hope you will provide me countenance and tutelage to undertake the long tedious journey of the past. Yours Sincerely Saheli

he continued, setting the second book on top of it, "is the one you asked for. I flipped through it. It's a personal narrative detailing life in the kingdom under Stephan's reign, and it contains interviews with some of the king's advisors." She considered the book with the worn blue cover and the sparkling silver print, running her hand over the words embossed on its front. "Wow..." she muttered softly, "thank you for finding this." "Of course!" he said, still sporting a friendly smile. "Although," he began again, having taken a short break from speaking, "I am curious as to how you knew to ask about this." "Oh?" she looked at him, puzzled. "Why's that?" "Because," he addressed her quietly,

he said, then looked at me. I was surprised as it was not part of our schedule. "Ok, I can take the jeepney from here. Just enjoy," I replied. Lance stared at me before saying, "You won't come with us? I was hoping to get your feedback on a book I was hoping to buy." Izzie grinned and pulled me towards Lance's car. "Of course, Nia will come with us. I will be going someplace with Theo but you two enjoy your friendly date." Lance opened the door for us and Izzie quickly sat at the back. I took the passenger side. Soon, we were driving towards the mall. It was a lazy Saturday morning and there were very few shoppers at that time. Lizzie dashed to the mall after saying goodbye to us. Lance and

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

Everyone was taken aback by what he did, but our parents quickly regained composure. “So, you have already read it,” the king stated. Miley took the book. “Is this the book we’ve been searching for, Brother?” Kyle nodded and faced her. “It’s probably better if you read it in front of everyone. So, you can understand what’s happening now.” Miley glanced at the king, seemingly asking for permission. He simply nodded. Even I wanted to know what was contained in that book. It might hold the answers I’ve been seeking. Miley stood up and began to read it.

Whoever had brought me to that house really didn’t care if I escaped, which made me feel safe. The backyard was a small bare yard. There was an umbrella and a table under it. A few yards away was a hammock and a book on it. I walked towards it and picked up the book. Pet Sematary by Stephen King. I frowned, wondering what sematary meant. Suddenly, the back gate opened and Alpha Jackson walked in. he was shirtless. My eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from the rock hard six abs he was sporting. I stared at the v-line that disappeared into his jeans, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Eyes up here,” he said.

Why is my life like this? I’m rocking now, arms wrapped around myself. The stupid part is that I can’t even run toward the happy ending, because I can see the headlines. STEPSISTER AND STEPBROTHER DATING. Mom’s face at Sunday dinner. Richard’s, too, with his folded handkerchief and his kind eyes. What would I say? “Mom, remember when he kidnapped me from my wedding? Turns out I liked it”? She’d faint. She’d tell me I have Stockholm syndrome, and Priya would stand behind her nodding. Maybe I do. How would I even know?

The sensation of falling and my body twisting grips me once more. Before I know it, I’m standing on two feet in the pouring rain while the sky illuminates with flashes of light. “Mathias… no!” Ashe cries out beside me, her hand slipping from mine to cover her face. I trace her sight only to see the King of the werebears lying against a rock, Aodh’s staff in his hand. Leneve is making her way towards the king, as Yggdrasil races to snatch the staff. Kellen lay on the ground unmoving while Lamia swung her swords harshly and precisely trying in vain to take down the monstrous god.