Stephen King Novels & Stories

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

Stephanie greeted and smiled, looking up at his blue and brown-speckled irises. He looked at her quickly from head to toe. She was real pretty, but nothing exceptional, he thought. For him, she was just like all the other blonde girls he hooked-up and had sex with. Fresh from college, fresh in New York, he assumed. He was checking out her profile before he went off to the bar.

They stood there looking at each other like this for a few seconds. After a moment, Stephen finally spoke up again. "She has dared me so much that I can't stand her. She is the reason my wife insulted me last night, Maria King has gained morale from Kristen and that's too bad for me. I need her to remain fearful, to always have what I can do at the back of her mind. I just hope that this new courage of hers will not stop her from remembering that I am Stephen King, the man who can bend her life and it becomes miserable like her daughter's."

MIGUEL I sat at the library computer, my elbows on the scratched table. The screen flickered and cast a dim light across my hands. I typed "Salvatore" into the search bar and hit enter. A mess of results popped up but none of them were right. Some mechanic in Ohio, a chef with a blog, but nothing close to the guy I needed. I frowned. My fingers hovered over the keys, then I added the city name and tried again. The page reloaded, and a few articles caught my eye. I clicked one and skimmed the text fast. Salvatore Erik Blackwood… business mogul, owned companies—real estate, shipping, and some vague consulting gigs.

“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?”

, Sacha muttered, freaking me out as I grabbed Lanie's phone from her, reading the headline at the same time Sacha said, her excitement palpable as dread coated my bones, "You were photographed with Jacob St. Laurent" "I'll call you back, Sash", I said into the phone before ending the call as I shrieked, "Whattt", rereading the headline again, 'THE KING OF VAMPIRES SPOTTED WITH A HUMAN'. I scanned down the article, complete with pictures of me and Jacob in his car this evening as we drove out of the Ridlers. The obvious disdain behind the word, 'human' not lost on me Lanie didn't even wait for me to hand her back her phone before she rapidly started firing off her questions,

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?

He performed in a short web video. Claude thought seriously before replying, "H & M's features are stable price and universal. I'm going to change into a white shirt and black pants..." "Then go to the audition to be their assistant." Cyrus indifferently asked back. His face turned red, "I think..." "Do you know who the main designer of H & M this season is?" "I heard it's... Rei Kawakubo."

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t