Cowboy Story Novels & Stories

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

Gosh! Telling from his amused look, I knew he was going to start teasing me. "Oh, wow. I did not even know that I had a girlfriend. Who is this girlfriend of mine?" I scoffed. So, he is going to start acting like he is not dating Sarah. Boys are scum, for real. "Wow. You will make a good actor, you know?" "I do not know what you are talking about. Who is my girlfriend?" "Ade, just open this fucking door. I do not want to talk to you. Let me be."

“Darlin’, I’m just an old cowboy. You’ll get used to me. But yeah, there’s rules. Curfew at ten till you prove you can handle the dark. No boys from town hanging around. And if you’re gonna stay the whole summer, you learn the work. Deal?” “Deal.” I met his eyes, feeling bolder. “I’m not here to be a burden. I want to belong somewhere again.” Something shifted in his expression approval, maybe a flicker of heat. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” We finished dinner talking easier after that. He told me about the wild stallion he was breaking, Thunder, and how the land flooded two years back. I told him about failing my last exam because of the stress at home. His laugh when I described

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

“I’m Cowboy McDermott.” Jo clocked his Texan drawl, mentally nodded. Yep, it was pretty damn clear that when he was christened with his road name, ‘Cowboy’ would have been one of the first names on the table, along with ‘Texas’ and maybe something like ‘Baywatch’. “Cowboy,” Jo echoed, accepting his extended hand. “I’m Jolene. Jo.” “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” He actually tipped his hat at her; he actually ‘ma’am’d her. She almost giggled in sheer delight, loving her life. “Can I walk you to your office?”