Stephen King It Novels & Stories

MIGUEL I woke up late to sunlight stabbing through the cracked window. The mattress sagged under me as I turned to the edge. The sheets were uncomfortably tangled from a night of tossing and turning. It was one thing to be restless over some creep stalking me at my place of work. It was a whole other thing to have that same man at my doorstep, hands all over my stepmother, shooting me that look of satisfaction. Emily’s giddy announcement twisted my gut all over again. Stepfather. The word tasted like bile. I rubbed my eyes, hard, trying to scrub it all away, but my hands shook.

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." — Stephen King. CAMELLIA I couldn’t breathe. Pain clamped my chest, crushing me down. My hands clawed for my stomach to protect it but something heavy pinned me down. A hot, sticky slick ran down my forehead; the copper smell hitting before my eyes caught up. It wasn’t dark, but my vision swam, struggling to adjust— And then my heart stopped.

she asked putting her hand on my arm. "The demon that went through the portal," Basilea reacted, her shoulder tensed as she lowered her hand away from my arm, but she didn't say anything. "Yes, I saw him just like you did. Titus said, one of ours thinks he's under King Beleth." She blinked her eyes, but still did not say anything. "What do you remember about the day that they come for your kingdom?" I looked at her, carefully studying her expression

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.”

Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers. "Look!" Her eyes snapped open and fixated itself on the grave. "It's moving, it's moving!"

Satisfaction shimmered through her. Could it be he was… jealous? Mackenzie gestured to Kenneth. “This is Kenneth Stevens. Kenneth, this is Wyatt Carlyle.” Wyatt accepted Kenneth’s handshake, but to her satisfaction, the muscle in his jaw worked while they shook. Was he still interested in her? If she pursued him, the way Jackson had pursued Judi, would he eventually give in? “And I’m Kimberly Reynolds.” Kimberly leaned forward, clasping Kenneth’s hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

He owned nearly every one of King’s books and multiple paperback copies of his favorites: It, Salem’s Lot, Pet Semetary, Christine and The Dead Zone. He paused, frowning at the black leather-bound book stuffed between It and Salem’s Lot. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t place from where. He shrugged and passed it over, searching for the model of Christine he’d built about six or seven years ago . . . 8 or 9 10 or 11?

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

Get used to it. We didn’t do a lot of it around the house though. It felt kinda weird making out with my ex-stepsister in front of my father. It was totally legal and all, it just felt weird. It was like when I was making out with her in front of her mom. Lacey was alright when Kara told her about my proposal, she didn’t die of a heart attack or get a stroke or anything like that. But when she saw us making out, she would make this awkward noise coughing sound, and I would pull away out of politeness. I got where she was coming from now. It must be hella awkward watching her daughter kiss her ex-stepson.

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "