The Stand Stephen King Ebook Novels & Stories

Leah could still feel the parchment’s coarse edge digging into her fingertips long after it had slipped from her hand. The words burned inside her skull, circling like vultures. You’re next. The note lay on the floor where it had fallen, harmless in appearance but carrying the weight of a death sentence. She wanted to crush it under her heel, to erase it from existence, but even the thought of touching it again made her skin crawl. Nathan’s hand was still on her arm, firm, grounding. She hated that part of her wanted to lean into his grip, to draw from the steadiness in his touch. With every ounce of willpower, she pulled back.

"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!

"I've been thinking about you all day. About what I'm going to do to you at the Summit." "At the Summit?" His grin was wicked as he kissed his way down my stomach and hooked his fingers in my shorts, dragging them down along with my underwear in one smooth pull. "All those powerful Alphas in one place and none of them will know that their future Beta's brother is fucking his step-sister in a storage room three doors down from the grand hall." Heat flooded between my legs and he saw it, saw the way my thighs pressed together, and he spread them apart with both hands and settled his face between them.

He turned and walked away before he could do something stupid. Before he could wonder why the girl in his foyer smelled exactly like the fantasy he'd been jerking off to all night. Before he could ask himself why he cared so fucking much about who brought her flowers. Behind him, he heard her sharp intake of breath, followed by footsteps running up the stairs. Miguel stood in the empty foyer, his hands clenched into fists, and tried to remember all the reasons why wanting his stepsister was wrong. The list kept getting longer.

He stood up from behind a small desk when I stepped inside, closing the folder he had been reading. “Liana Stephen,” he said calmly, extending his hand. “Brian Donald. It’s good to finally meet you.” I shook his hand quickly, grateful for his warm and steady grip while my own trembled. “Hi,” I answered quietly, sitting on the very edge of the couch as if ready to bolt. He settled into the chair across from me and opened a fresh page in a thin notebook. “Your intake form says you experienced a panic episode at work last week,” he started gently. “Walk me through that day, starting from the moment you woke up. Every detail you can remember.”

His fingers absently traced the edges of the box as a flicker of surprise and thoughtfulness crossed his face. She was… different from what he expected. A moment later, his gaze shifted toward her again. She was on her toes, reaching for a book on the highest shelf, fingers just shy of making contact. Without hesitation, Stephen stood, striding over. From behind, he easily reached up and pulled the book down. "Here." It was “The Evolution of Life.” She hadn’t said a word, yet he somehow knew exactly which book she was trying to grab. Stellar glanced back at Stephen, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

Her whole body shaking against mine and muffled sounds coming out of her that had no coherent meaning. Then we laid there in the wreckage of it all. Breathing. Sticky. Sheets completely destroyed. "Well…" I breathed to the ceiling after a moment. "Yeah," she replied. That best friend's mind thing happening again. We had barely gathered ourselves when Stephanie rolled over and reached into the stack of textbooks on the desk. “What… where are you going?" I asked, sincerely confused. She didn't answer. She didn't pull out a textbook from the stack. She pulled out a DILDO!

Attractively annoying nerd. I move away before I get further irritated by the sight and I walk to the other shelf. I can’t get that image off my mind and my mood is officially ruined as I look through the names of the books. "Oh, there." I stand on my feet and raise my hand in an attempt to grab the book on the upper shelf and as the tip of my finger touches it, a hand closes over mine and grabs the book. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to struggle. "

STACY Josh steps back and folds his arms across his chest. “You know, you are pretty wet for someone who claims not to be interested in me." “I'm not wet for anyone!" I snap. “Stop making things up you psycho." He laughs. “I smell your arousal from here, and you were practically dripping on my hand earlier. If that's not arousal, I don't know what is." I'm about to say something, but he turns around and strolls away. With shaky hands and breath, I quickly adjust my dress and gather my books. I rush out of the library like my ass in one fire and settle in the lawn.

“Since we’re outside and pretty exposed to anyone who can see us, today you don’t have to conjure anything. All I want you to do is stand there and I’ll conjure a fireball, once I do that I want you to stare at it for at least 1min. Hopefully, as you get better maybe you’ll be able to prolong your fears. Okay?” Nervous, I nod timidly, my stomach in knots. “Okay.” I sigh. Breathing in, Steven raises his left hand in front of him and spreads his fingers in the air. Suddenly, blazing flames erupt from his palm. His eyes glow in that unnatural shade of red and his tattoo lights up, as the flames began to grow I start to feel sweat perspire on my skin. Immediately I begin to tremble, swallowing t