Cowboy Fantasy Novels & Stories

I say to get us off the cowboy conversation. Claire immediately nods. "Yes! Oh my goodness I am so hungry. Let's stop for waffles at the diner," She says and I nod. "That sounds good," I say before flipping on my blinker. **ONE MONTH LATER****** "What are the odds," I mutter to myself as the striking cowboy from my dreams comes walking into the ER with another injured companion. He seems more concerned than he did the last time he was here and I can see why. The petite woman he is with is beautiful and delicate-looking. Her long brown hair and big doe-like eyes scream innocent. Whatever is wrong with her has him concerned and looking protective.

She finished. “You don’t look the type.” Kent said, his voice cold. He snapped his fingers again, the wolf began roaming all over again. “What—what is he doing?” My mother asked. “Patrolling. Pay no attention to him.” Kent responded back. “Now, I want to see when I can take Marianna back to Blackwood Castle. I’d like to get started right away on making our cubs.” Kent said, and I could see Marianna’s face turning pink. Though she wasn’t embarrassed, she was excited. I, however , had a funny feeling. I usually got this feeling while around male wolves—grant I was not around them much. All I knew was, he was lying. I could prove it. I wasn’t sure if I was right, but all I knew was, I didn’t wa

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

He didn't need a mate. But the visions worsened. Pain. Loneliness. A scent like rain on hot stone. His wolf, the beast he kept chained in iron will, had started pacing. Whining. Pushing against its cage. Tonight, on a routine border patrol near the weakling Shadowfang territory, he found her. The scent hit him first. Copper and frost and something underneath—something that made his fangs punch down and his eyes bleed red without permission. He followed it off the patrol route, away from his guards, deeper into the neutral woods. His wolf howled.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

“We count as cowboys, right?” Jenni looks over at us and smiles. “All you have to do is wear a cowboy hat, and it magically makes you a cowboy. Didn’t you know that?” I laugh. “Well, technically, a cowboy is someone who rides in a rodeo or works at a ranch herding cattle. But we’ve gotten a little looser with the terminology over the years. But all good cowboys are kind to others and work hard. We can get the job done, no matter how hard it may be.”

“You know what?” What? “If you ever marry Kisha…” Corey groaned. “Here we go.” Jethro laughed, I’m serious. What!! “You better let me give the speech, I’ve written it already.” “Absolutely not, you haven’t.” “I have.” Corey shook his head, what does it say? Jethro grinned. “Dear Kisha, thank you for finally giving my brother someone else to worry about.” Corey burst out laughing, you are impossible. “And you’re stuck with me.”

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

How much I hated it at first… and how quickly I started craving it. Riley listened without interrupting, her face shifting from shock to disbelief to something hotter and more complicated. When I finally finished she sat there blinking for a long moment. “Seven guys,” she said slowly. “Including your old college professor. And now some billionaire investor wants his own turn in three days or the videos go public and you become his full time property.” “Pretty much.” She let out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Casey. That’s… insane. Like, next level p**n plot insane. And you’re telling me you actually like it? The risk, the collar, the breeding talk, all of it?”