Cowboy X Novels & Stories

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

The moment my feet hit the ground, my knees buckled and to my horror, I found myself leaning to him for support. “You’ll be alright,” he whispered loud enough for only me to hear. I wanted to throw a bitter, sarcastic retort at him. How could he say something like that after what he was just about to do to me? I found, however, that I had no energy left in me to put up a fight. His eyes were still on me as he spoke. “Tell me your name.” It sounded more like a command than a request, but I found myself responding anyway. “Sofia… Sofia Claremont.”

“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?”

“Are two bitches too much for you to handle?” “At least I dealt with those cops! And in my defense,” Snake replied in his usual whiny voice. “Those bitches are Britney Cooper and Grace Carlson, and they’re fucking the Wolf Riders' top dogs.” He scoffed. “They have more security than the fucking president of the United States!” “I want results,” Viper snarled. “Not excuses!” I heard a loud back and when he continued, his voice had dropped to a threatening growl. “If they’re not dead, you’ll be! Do I make myself clear?”

Our food arrives and there is no denying that Texans know how to barbecue, even though it is prepared in a tent, the food is very good. For a while we sat in silence, enjoying the delicious meal. “Returning to the previous subject, you made those assumptions based on my defeat, so there is nothing to worry about, since I will not fall.” Allan speaks with confidence. “Just like how you didn't fall in Last Cowboy?” Rayka asks. “That was a stroke of bad luck, and after all, why are you so worried about this matter?” Allan asks her. “Because my father is one of the founders of the PBR and the creator of Iron Cowboy, as well as the biggest winner of Stock Contractor.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

I glanced around again, but Xander was still nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the music started, and blue lights flashed on the stage. I gulped a few sips of water, feeling slightly nervous. From the side of the stage, a tall, handsome man entered in a cowboy outfit, wearing a hat, leather jacket, and boots. He kept his head down and took a few steps, increasing the anticipation in the room. And then, as the music reached its peak, he looked up. “Hottie!” a lady screamed from the back. It was none other than Xander.

the cowboy jokes. A joke Adira didn't understand nor did she find it funny.” Excuse me!” She narrows her eyes at the tall man before her. “What is going on here?” A familiar voice speaks behind the cowboy, and Adira goes still. Her heart begins to pound loudly in her ears. Every words she had practiced over the night took flight, leaving her brain empty. “Boss,” the ranch hand turns to greet the tall brunette behind him, but her attention was no longer on him, but arrested on the blonde behind him.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!