The Stand Stephen King Ebook Novels & Stories

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “Am I?” Avery’s smile widened, her voice laced with satisfaction. “I’ve read it, Stephen. Every page. Every name. Every deal your family has been involved in. I know exactly what’s inside, and I know what it would do to you, your mother, and Elite Technologies if it ever became public.” Stephen’s fists clenched under the table, his jaw tightening as he tried to keep his composure. “You’re lying,” he said, though there was no real confidence behind his words. “You wouldn’t dare expose what’s in that book. It would destroy you too.”

A knock sounds on the door, and, with my mind in a haze, I can’t react fast enough before Steven enters and sees me holding this book. A bit of red rises in his cheeks. “We should… uh… probably talk,” he says as he comes closer. He glances down at the book. I don’t know what he sees. I’m still open to the page of the nerdy guy and the heroine’s mutual pleasure after edging for such a long time. His blush deepens. “Is that… the pleasurable torture chapter?” I have no idea how he knows that, but I nod all the same. “Beau told me to read that chapter… He said I might learn a few things…”

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

I swayed to my feet, filth clinging to me. Blood and dust slid down my temple like a savage tear. But I straightened my spine and walked toward the city gates, one step at a time. Two thoughts remained in my mind: Kael. From this day forward, we meet neither in life nor in death.

At the far end of the room is a stone pedestal. “Look,” Quinn whispers as she approaches the stand. On it is an ancient book bound in leather and adorned by runes. “Could this be what we’ve been searching for?” she asks, her blue eyes are full of hope. “There’s only one way to find out,” I reply, stepping forward to examine the book more closely. As I reach out to take it, I’m hit with a wave of nausea and my skin feels like it’s on fire. “Something’s not right,” I state to Quinn as she tries to take the book from the stand.

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Stephen had laughed and said that all one had to do was to stand on one’s head. Now, she wanted to tell Stephen that even if you stood on your head, tears would still flow down. Only when standing alone on Drakthorn Ridge would tears flow upward.

Steven said, holding his head in hands. “Hold that thought.” She said, walking over to her wardrobe and throwing a T-shirt on. When she came back to her seat, Steven King didn't even look up, his head was still in his hands. She rubbed the small of his back saying nothing until he groaned and then placed his head on her lap.