Cowboy Novels & Stories

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

“Bad enough that if these get out, your wife will see exactly what her daughter looks like when she comes. Bad enough that the charity board will have a field day. You need to wire the rest today or this explodes.” Marcus cursed under his breath. Reynolds heard movement, like the man was pacing. “I already sent half. Tell them the rest is coming. Buy me time.” Reynolds leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked under his weight. “Time for what? You’ve been saying that for weeks. This thing with the girl… it’s making you sloppy. Kane knows it. He’s using her as leverage now.” “Do not talk about her,” Marcus snapped. Reynolds almost laughed. Almost. “I’ve seen the files, boss. Project Cowgi

Pissed mainly at that flutter in his stomach when she said she'd come back later—a feeling that wasn't fear, but rather, anticipation? "Shit," he grumbled into the pillow, burying his face in it. Serenity Creek had turned into a minefield, and he, Ethan Callahan, the toughest cowboy in the county, was stepping on all the bombs. And the nurse with the brown eyes was the biggest one.

The new bodyguard, Martin Chapman, is arrogant and unruly. Not only does he refuse to follow my orders as his team leader, but he also constantly steals credit for my work to impress my wealthy heiress girlfriend, Wrenley Quale. Wrenley, who claims to love me more than anything, decides to teach him a lesson. But instead of confronting him, she strips me of my position as team leader and promotes him to take my place. She says, "With great power comes great responsibility. Once he starts running into obstacles at every turn, he'll learn to keep his arrogance in check." But right after saying that, she goes and buys Martin a car and a house. She even takes him on private trips. Every time

Spade was rambling when Nate's voice stopped him "No, no it's fine, I liked it, I had fun" Nate was quick to correct him "I mean even though I don't know anything about rugby" he mumbled with a light chuckle, it wasn't much of anything but it made Spade's heart to leap with satisfaction "you made it interesting" he whispered, his brown orbs shinning as he spoke, drawing Spade in the more

“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.”

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Avery notice her interest. The cowboy was young, not more than a year or two past her own age, but he had a carefree confidence about him that Emma immediately envied. His hair was dark, tied back with a rawhide thong, and dusky beard-stubble shadowed the tanned planes of his cheeks. His eyes were a faded sagebrush green, crinkled at the corners from squinting into the sunset, making him look even older.

He quickly got dressed and walked out of the room. I frowned as I looked at the clock, it’s freaking 4 am in the morning, what kind of urgent matter is happening that he has people come here at 4am? I quietly opened the door and I strolled to take a peek downstairs from the edge of the stairs. I can see Eaton talking to the other 5 guys by the front door. I only know one of them which is Adrian Mayers, Toby’s friend for the Quill Warrior. My hearing is not as sharp as the other wolves but i can hear their conversation remotely.

“Come on girls, we got a bunch of cowmen to bake for.” “Cowmen?” Willow asked, giggling. “What are those?” “Uh, Cowboys with gray hair.” The girls giggled again and Milli played offended. “WWwwwhaaaat??? Hasn’t political correctness made it across the Rockies? A person isn’t supposed to call anyone over twenty-one years old, a boy.” Milli answered as she mixed dry ingredients. “Therefore, they are Cowmen, or I guess Bullmen if they have herds of boy cows.” She knew she sounded ridiculous, but both Gracie and Willow laughed harder.