The Stand Stephen King Ebook Novels & Stories

My stepbrother’s hand between my legs. “I want it,” I whispered, voice already breaking. Then louder, because his fingers pressed harder against my soaked clit through the thin shorts and my hips jerked like they had a mind of their own. “I want your mouth, Logan. Please—fuck—please eat me while they watch.” The words tasted filthy on my tongue. My stepbrother’s name. Asking him to go down on me in front of his friends. My whole body was burning with it.

She grins a little at my response, but I can tell she is holding back an even bigger smile. I stand up and walk back over to my seat to sit back down, and pull out my own book to read. I pull out my reading glasses, and open up a Stephen King novel I had picked up the other day while I was out and about. ‘The Institute.’ I am thoroughly enjoying it, and have been trying to read it every chance I get. I start reading, and start to get lost in the world of twelve year old Luke Ellis when I hear a small snicker. I ignore it, not thinking much of it, but then a few minutes later I hear it again. I finally look up at Jamie staring at me with full on amusement on her face, I stare back in confusio

I choose a Stephen King paperback – Salem’s Lot - from the lower shelves and struggle to decipher the pages, my curvy body sinking into the cushy couch. I’ve always been more size 12 than two, and look like those dumb pictures of Eve – soft sloping stomach like van Eyck’s Ghent altarpiece, pert breasts, and curving hips for days. The words of my chosen book all turn up like mush. The leather smells like the cigars Samael smokes, the spice of his orange and musk cologne, and rain. It smells like him. I close my eyes, inhaling the scent. Memories of him from my childhood haunt me, the man cloaked in shadow, the owner of my soul.

"I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read." "Really?" Evan said, glancing at me, a wide grin on his face. Before I could ask why he was so happy, he told me. "I love Stephen King books. There are some newer ones out, but some of my favorites are some of the older ones. How did you get into it? It's all horror stuff. Most people get squeamish." I shrugged. I got squeamish about bugs and snakes, but what's there to be scared of from a book?

Elder ordered and soon a few guards came running inside the court and took Stephen away who couldn't speak anything or struggle struggle against the guards in shock. . . . To be continued... . Do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section and don't forget to leave your precious reviews on the book... . With Much Love... Elvira🤍

The atmosphere plunged into an eerie silence the moment the words landed. Samantha was dumbfounded, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes widened in fear, clearly shocked by those words. Despite this, she stubbornly retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting?" The older woman replied, "I'm spouting nonsense? Go ahead and ask everyone here. See if they think I'm lying. When they brought the death benefits to your door, they told us to help your family through the tough times.

“Do you get it? I didn’t come here to ask you to- No. I only came here to tell you what happened between us was nothing but a mistake. A one night mistake. One that’s never going to happen again. Never ever. So do not even think of getting any weird ideas in your head.” “Weird ideas?” He finally shifted his gaze from his phone, assuring me he was indeed listening to my rants. “You seem to be mistaken. You are the one having weird ideas here. Not the other way round.” “Excuse me?” “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?” He dropped his phone and immediately took a step towards me, having me take two away from him. “I don’t care about what happened between us. It was a one night stand

~Zion’s POV~ I didn’t fucking tell her offense numbers 2, 3, and 4. What is this? Why the fuck did that bitch kiss me? Now I’m in trouble. I hoped this cold water would cool me down, but suddenly the urge to ride solo rushed in like lightning. But then an idea flooded in, and right now I am going to ride solo right in front of her. Water was dripping off my body as I came out of the bathroom and headed to the room without a towel on. My cock swung from my right thigh to my left. I saw her heated face and smiled. It’s fucking working. I then stood not far from her, making sure she could see everything that was happening. She was currently reading a book. I could tell she was currently using t

“Close the door fully and feel free. I’m not a monster. My name is Ethan. The first time I saw you at the bar, I wanted to come meet you. You were very beautiful to be looking so down that night. But when I saw that man from earlier approach you, I had to stop. I waited, watched and listened instead.” I just stood there listening to him with shame burning in my chest. My face felt hot. I remembered that night too well. The drinks, the one night stand with Mark, the bad decisions, how I paid him and left. Now this stranger knew details I wished I could forget. I didn’t say anything. I just listened, arms crossed tight over my chest.

Heath followed, heavier footsteps, eyes darting toward me then away. I closed the book softly. “Where are you coming from?” They froze. Just for a second, but it was enough. Stephan shot Heath a look that might as well have been a conversation. Heath scowled, shifting his weight, while Stephan drew in that slow, careful breath he always did when he was about to feed me something I wouldn’t like. “Brooks,” Stephan started, tone too even. I stood. “Don’t lie to me.” That stopped him.