Cowboy Love Story Novels & Stories

"This is so happy. After a day of work, there's nothing better than coming home to you." "Are you tired?" She asked. "Are not." He replied then spoke. "Today Luna told me about her nonexistent wedding. I feel I'm luckier than her." "What's going on?" "Her boyfriend took advantage of her. They were supposed to get married, but he ran away with the money she was planning to spend on their wedding." "So sad." "But don't talk about it." He kisses her on the cheek. "Let's go home." "You're the one who mentioned it." She reminded.

Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."

Her ѕtоrу was a ѕhосk, аnd Sawyer hаd a hаrd time kееріng uр. “I gоt married whеn I wаѕ 17 years old,” she ѕаіd, “Kуlе was a soldier аnd I was so terribly іn lоvе with hіm…I thought thе ѕun rоѕе аnd ѕеt just tо shine оnе him.”

"We've known each other since we were kids, and shared a bunch of awesome moments. I'll never forget when we first met..." Lydia's voice wavered as she recounted the dreamy details of her journey from meeting to falling head over heels for Trevon. Her story was so picture-perfect it left the younger girls in the crowd sighing with longing. "I want a love story like that." "He's gotta be her boyfriend, right? But where's the guy?" "Hey, remember that gossip a while back?" "Didn't they say that it was just a rumor? So, what's the deal..."

"Come on, doll. Let's sit down, and you can tell Auntie Roxy all about it. Twenty minutes later, Poppy inhaled deeply as she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. At her tiny kitchen counter, Roxy had listened without interrupting, his lips pursed in thought as she told her tale of woe. "So let me get this straight," he said, leaning toward her on his elbows. "Your company intentionally used you as a decoy while they screwed the cowboy out of his land. The cowboy you're in love with, and the one who's now pissed at you because he thinks you were in on the scheme?" Poppy drew a shaky breath. "That's about the size of it, I guess."

When she’d finally seen his good, pure heart and she’d gone to him to explain and apologize for her behavior, he’d listened, and he’d forgiven her. He was it, for her. He was everything. The harpist started to play The Wedding March, and as one, the guests stood and turned to look at Zoe and Wolf as they emerged from behind the arch. There were gasps and murmurs, and she felt tears burning her eyes again as she saw The Road Devils in their best suits, standing shoulder to shoulder to witness the happiest day of her life. God, Cowboy had even swept his cowboy hat off his blond head as he’d stood up, though she suspected that as soon as the ceremony was over, it’d be firmly returned back to it

He’d made that abundantly clear. “Don’t avoid the question, Princess.” He eased closer, each word punctuated with deliciously devious intent. “Is. This. What. You. Came. For?” He faced her, and from the fire raging behind his cerulean eyes, he understood. She’d confessed her darkest desires to him. He knew what she wanted. Freedom. Freedom to love, to want whom she chose. Even if that meant she wanted a dark and dangerous cowboy. His hand clamped overtop hers where she gripped the bed railing as he leaned in toward her. He didn’t even have to pull her into his arms. One hand over hers, the rough callused skin of a cowboy’s hands, and that was enough to draw her in.

There were laughter, small touches and lingering looks. As night wore on, Felix took the chance , he looked at his eyes, with his heart beating so fast , and reached out for her hand and held it softly “Florence, since the death of my wife, have never felt for any woman the way I felt the first day we met, Florence, I love everything, should I talk about your beauty, your shape, the way you walk, I can't just get you over my head, Florence I love you so much" Florence blinked, but managed to smile, there was a long silent in between.

Febri is a simple figure who is far from handsome and ideal for Sintia, Febri is the son of an official in the city of Sintia, even the teacher or school principal is still a family that Febri often uses as a shield if Sintia wants to break up. It's true that Febri is dear, indeed Febri is kind to Sintia, but arrogant and stubborn and restrained for Sintia who is not free to choose friends, friends and even TTM. 3 years, like it or not, like it or not, being special friends with Febri. The high school love story that Sintia hoped for didn't go according to her dreams and only became an illusion. College, is the third opportunity to know what is called true love. And opportunities are open be