The Stand Stephen King Ebook Novels & Stories

KATHERINE Stephen was looming over me, his face a mask of pure irritation, and I could tell he wasn't happy to see me standing in the middle of his secret lair. He gripped my shoulders hard, his fingers digging into my skin as he demanded to know why I was there, but I didn't flinch. I stood my ground, staring right back into those cold gray eyes, and I let him see that I wasn't afraid of him or his little underground prison.

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"Don't stand too proud because you got the wrong leverage against us." I looked at him intently but nothing changed in his face. It's still nauseating. All I wanted to do was kill him. “That’s not Stephanie. Stephanie is standing beside me.” We looked away at the same time when the front door opened. Stan stood beside her sister Stephanie and they were surrounded by electricity. "Oh, so you're not Stephanie?" He looked at Stan's brother. "You are Stephaly, ah I got the wrong one," he laughed and shook his head.

My step brother. Where's the Max whose aim is at breaking rules? The boy who gets moved by nothing? Who always takes confident strides to reach for what he wants. This Max that is being carried away, with the walking STD' of an ex fling clinging unto his arm, like he's her most expensive underwear. This Max has reduce himself to a little piece of dog shit. He has fear running through his veins. Who doesn't? My bitch of a subconscious fire at me. Clenching my fingers into a hard damn fist, I jam it into my palm and Maggie squeals.

BLAKE’S POV: My hands wouldn’t stop fucking shaking. I practically fell down the stairs of Stephen’s dorm, the heavy fire door slamming shut behind me. The humid afternoon air hit me like a physical wall, but I was fucking freezing. Inside, my chest felt like it was being squeezed by a vice. “Get the fuck out.” The raw, venomous hatred in Stephen’s voice kept looping in my head, loud and agonizing. He had looked at me like I was a monster.

He scratched his head as he lamented. I chuckled. "Show me your work." "Here." He handed the book over. I took the book from him and opened it to the last page where "5" was vividly written on his work. I spent a few seconds going through the work, and my blood boiled. I clenched my fist. "Really, Stephen, are you that dumb?" I couldn't help but ask. Stephen took a step backward in fear. "Get back here!" I ordered. He shuddered. His lips pursed, and he slowly dragged his feet forward.

The stone driveway gleams under the late afternoon sun, the marble lions on either side of the steps looking just as smug and judgmental as they did when I left three years ago. Everything smells the same, money, power, polished wood, and secrets. But I'm not the same girl who ran away at eighteen with a heart full of grief and a head full of stupid dreams. Back then, I was scared. Lost. Now, I'm fucking dangerous. The heavy oak doors creak open before I even lift a manicured hand to knock. And there he is. Alexander Wolfe. Billionaire. Kingmaker. Devil in a goddamn suit. And my stepfather.

It is always better to keep more options open. I was answering the last offer when someone knocked on my door. I shook my head, hoping whoever was on the other side would give up and leave. Any interaction with another human was at the very bottom of my list right now. Knocking repeated, intensified. I closed my laptop and stood up slowly, ready to tell whoever it was to go to hell. Especially if that would be Nathan. Maybe he was not done for today. I have opened my door wide enough to look outside, but not enough for anyone to think they were welcome here.

Stephan asked, his voice low and menacing. The man's eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape. He nodded hesitantly. "Good, I'm listening," Stephan said, his tone unreadable. The man took a deep breath before speaking. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don't know who sent me." Stephan's expression remained skeptical. He chuckled, sending shivers down the man's spine. "It seems you're not ready to confess," Stephan said, his voice dripping with malice. "Give him another shot, Dave. Let him sleep forever."

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar