Stranger Things Stephen King Novels & Stories

On the other hand, Stephen is waiting anxiously in his chambers. "What happened? Are they not done yet?" Stephen asked his spy, who is named as 'Mois'. Mois frowned and shook his head. "No boss, I don't think they are done yet. I am just coming from that direction to see if anyone is milling near the king's office. They didn't come out yet" he replied. Stephen frowned and slowly realization dawned upon him. "No, they are not done yet because they are all dead. The prince can't kill them all by himself. Someone is helping him. But who? It cannot be the king, as he is in the human realm" he wondered.

I unlocked it anyway and pushed it open. The lights were low. Stephen was on his bed, back against the wall, phone propped up in front of him. He had a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His sweatpants were shoved down. His hand was moving. Slow at first, then faster. He was talking to the camera in a voice I barely recognized. Low. Rough. Asking people if they liked what they saw. I just stood there. My brain shorted out for a second. I could not connect the guy in front of me to the same idiot who stole my fries last week and laughed about it for ten minutes.

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill

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.

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.

"Well, that hurt. I can read, you know." Wetness pooled in her panties and she couldn't stop staring at his outrageously frowning lips. "What do you read?" She barely had enough air in her lungs to get the words out. "Stephen King." She gave a small giggle. "Well that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." "That's where I learned my despicable vocabulary." "I'm impressed that you actually know a synonym for nefarious." "Your lovely, attractive, and dazzling splendor brings out the thesaurus in me."

He must have been waiting to get back on me and stab me from the back. Stephen, an ambitious Vampire who would do anything to achieve his goals. So why wouldn't I suspect him plus he was with her right after I got a call from an unknown number and it can't be a coincidence. But Stephen continuously denied the fact that he was not there to harm Debra and he had no connection to the unknown callers. I lunged at him and strangled in his neck, "No lies Stephen, I know you can do anything to get something you have eyes on. You are interested in Debra, aren't you? You are doing this to approach her, aren't you? Answer me now."

He brushed his fingers to her shoulders down to her arm and elbow while they were talking, it made Keira feel uncomfortable, she withdrew her body away from him. “Sis, look at boss, that guy isn’t that one the heir of one of our company’s partner?” “Ah yeah he’s Stephen, do you think he is the mystery guy?” “He could be, I mean he traveled all the way here, look how close they are.” Clarke heard the two ladies talk as he took a glimpse of Keira; he was annoyed to see Stephen near her. He walked back to their table, put their food on their table, and with a stern voice, he spoke to Stephen.

“I was just joking, bastard.” Ethan scoffed. “Oh, you can still make jokes even if you’re in this situation. I should leave you now. I think you are fine,” Ethan mockingly said and was about to leave when Stephen held the hem of his pants. “No, don’t leave. Help me, please. They'll come back and kill me.” Ethan looked at him. “Who are they?” He asked. “Max Willies.” Ethan frowned. “Was Max behind all of this?” Stephen nodded.

Stephanie absentmindedly twisted a lock of her hair as she watched Caleb and Kayla play outside. The sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting golden light across the room, but despite the serene atmosphere, a heavy feeling pressed upon her. She couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of unease that had settled over her since the night the sorceress had warned them about Kayla and the impending doom. And then the rabbits—the eerie, inexplicable sight of those mangled bodies littering the pack’s grounds—had only fueled her anxiety. It was one thing for Damien to wave off the strange occurrences, but Stephanie’s instincts screamed that something was wrong.