Novel & Cerita Stephen King Short Stories Online

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.

By the time Momma passed I was married with a little one on the way, so my chance for college had passed, too. But I never stopped reading. Got me a nice little library out back, filled with all sorts of books crammed on bookshelves made by my own two hands. Books like Tom Sawyer, Edgar Allen Poe stories, Huck Finn and The King in Yellow, (that last one I don’t read much cause it always gives me strange dreams), some old mysteries, a clutch of Lovecraft’s books (they hurt my head, too, so I don’t read them much neither), my Hardy Boys books from growing up, and a whole bunch of newer ones by Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Got some heavy thinking books, too. The family King James, The Book of

Blackmailers always do. So I did the only thing I could do. I replied to the email. "I don't have $75,000. But I can offer you something better. Meet me at The Meridian Hotel, Room 1847, Friday night at 8 PM. Come alone. And bring the USB drive with the originals. If you want to discuss terms, be there. - Sophia" I didn't know what I was going to do when he got there. But I knew I wasn't going down without a fight.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Big, strong, dark-skinned men standing at the foot of my bed, their eyes locked on me like predators circling their prey. Holy hell. I was about to be wrecked, and I wanted every filthy second of it. This was my choice. My decision. And I wasn’t backing out. I wanted to feel it, and I wanted to drown in it. I pushed up on my hands and parted my legs wider, giving them a view. “So... which one of you is going to fuck me first?” Their smiles were wide. Steven moved toward me while Henry disappeared into the wardrobe. But I couldn’t keep my eyes on Henry for long, because Steven was already grabbing at my dress, pulling it over my head with one strong yank. I gasped, landing on my back, arms pr

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about what happened, and you don’t have to. But… if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you, always.” My eyes watered. I dashed away the tears before they could fall. “Yeah. I… I know.” Silence settled for a while, and then the words spilled from my mouth in a rush. I told him everything — as much as I could tell him without divulging how hard Lucius had fucked me. I told him how scared I’d been, watching that bird die and wondering if I would be next. How Lucius had transformed from someone I’d had a crush on to a horrifying monster with fangs and blazing red eyes. How relieved I was when he showed up for me.

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Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.