Stranger Things Stephen King Novels & Stories

~ NATALIE ~ We stood in a circle, deep in the forest because Stephen said that was how we could be sure no one overheard us and I gaped while Rig and Mack were scheming. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Stephen still alive and in some kind of deal with the devil that was their father. The Night Walker was an agent on the Asshole King’s side. Which meant daddy dearest likely knew about Cara. But no one was talking about the fact that that meant daddy dearest also knew the truth about Mack.

Brandon asked, reaching for my hand. I gave it to him, even though part of me wanted to keep my arms folded in defiance. “Awful.” There were no two ways about it. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” he said, trying to be reassuring. A woman on the TV screamed as a clown jumped out of the shadows, and I realized they were watching the new remake of Stephen King’s It. I had wanted to see it, but ironically my mom said I shouldn’t watch it because I’d have nightmares. If she only knew what I see in real life. I don’t have to listen to her anymore, but I had avoided the theater while it was playing just to be somewhat more compliant than I had been of late. It was an easy place to give in.

he whispered. Kingston shook his head, his chest tightening with every passing second. “We had a name,” he choked out in a cracked voice. “We—we picked out a name.” Brian swallowed hard. “I know.” Kingston let out a bitter laugh, but it wasn’t a laugh at all. It was a sob. “She was in pain because of Stephanie,” Kingston whispered, his eyes flashing with something dark. “Because of that bitch.” Brian didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Kingston wiped his face roughly, then pulled out his phone with shaking hands. He dialed a contact.

Under the present circumstances, Stephen’s head could not process the information he got at the same time. From the stranger’s speech, he grasped that he was aware of the issue at hand. Then, he looked at the two elders and inquired, “Oscar’s wife?” Stephen, whose purpose of visiting his Patriarch was to find a solution to the river of problems that was drowning him, had just discovered another problem. All the same, he had to straighten things out, “I don’t have anything to do with Oscar’s wife. I ….”

Her stepfather wasn’t just any vampire. Damien felt her tense. Her fear was evident in the way her hands shook when he reached for them. She wouldn’t even meet his gaze. He rarely cared about what others thought of him—not even the Vampire King could intimidate him. And yet he felt dread at the thought of his woman fearing him. But why? All he had done was try to protect her. Couldn’t she see how infatuated he was with her? He had even set aside his own reputation to come retrieve her.

In a way that made me want to run far, far away. Something was coming tomorrow night. And something inside Stephen… wasn’t human anymore. AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading! Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to stay updated on what happens next. Trust me, you won’t want to miss what’s coming! Stay tuned! 💜

Stephen said and Ameliah suddenly felt sad… “Don’t worry I’ve broken up with her but she seems to be persistent.” Stephen said… “Is she a vampire?” Ameliah asked… “No, she’s a werewolf” Stephen answered “Werewolf also exist?” Ameliah asked surprised… “Yep. I’ll have to go now” He pecked her nose and vanished. Ameliah touched her nose and smiled… * Stephen appeared infront of Jessica’s house. He rang the bell and some maids opened the gate for him. He walked in and was waiting at the place he was asked to. After some time Jessica walked in with her father…

"Stephen? Kelly called "What?" Stephen asked, hoping she didn't caught him. "What are you doing?".She asked. "What is that? We are watching movies. Its so interesting." He replied. "What is so interesting? Watching the movie or leeering at my breasts?" She asked. "Fuck! she caught me." Stephen mumbled under his breath. "T...th..the movie." He starmmered. "You are staring at my breast. I saw you. Don't deny it." Kelly said.

“Anything after four.” “Yes, ma’am.” After Stephanie left, I took my phone out and texted mom to see how she was doing. I wasn’t in the mood to be on the phone and I knew that she wasn’t either. While I waited a knock sounded at my door. I already knew who it was. “Yes, Steph. Come in.” “Mrs. Kingsley,” she came in, and immediately I noticed the strange look of concern on her face. I shot up out of my seat. “What is it!?! What happened now?”

Perhaps, if she could say so, this was one of the factors behind Stephen's desire to destroy the rebel group among supernatural beings with a worldwide and famous base of operations–William Schneider. "Essentially, he was once known as one of our great informants, since he was always doing his job pretty well before that incident happened to him. Apart from your older sister's boyfriend, Gavin Brooklyn." She did not know what response she should give to respond to the man's sadness which was becoming more and more obvious, there was absolutely no attempt by Stephen to cover it up. She could not put herself in Stephen's shoes, to imagine how Stephen was feeling at that time. It was Stephen wh