Cowgirl Novels & Stories

Tina's breath caught when she thought of poor Martha, a victim of a projectile that wasn't, with no doubt at all, tipped with sticky rubber. The second figure was a doll. Her face was startlingly realistic, with big blue eyes that Tina could easily imagine turning in their sockets to look at her. The doll wore a cowgirl uniform, complete with boots and a wide-brimmed hat that was topped with a plastic star, painted to look like shiny tin. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled into messy pigtails, like those a child would have created. One of her porcelain hands rested on the bow's leather grip, as though carefully placed there.

I relaxed back on the chair, letting myself have a moment of relief. “Have you seen the American?” A woman's voice caught my attention. I followed it and found two elegantly dressed women older than me within earshot. “The Princess?” the second woman asked. She wore a scarlet red dress while her friend wore light purple. “She looks lovely.” “Not her,” the Violet woman replied. “The other one.” “The other American?” Scarlett asked. She tilted her head slightly. “Oh, the one in pink that is supposedly dating Prince Frederick.”

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

She whispered, "I need to fuck you...are you up to a ride?" I return the smile, grab for her hips and start rolling them, back and forth. She quickly took over, pumping her body up and down, while groaning and moaning for more. We got some steady rhythm going and I squeezed that tight, rounded ass. With the cowgirl humping, she rocked faster and faster and her tits jiggled, up and down. I really had no choice (it was simply impossible), but to lean forward and grab some. I closed my lips over one of those beautiful nipples, as she rode, "Gonna fuck the cum out of you...out of your big dick! I want it...want it inside!"

I couldn't breathe. And then I felt the cold circle of a gun barrel against my forehead. Desert Eagle. Heavy. Big. The kind of gun that didn't just kill you, it erased you. "Who the fuck are you?" Katya's voice was low, sharp, nothing like the warm tone from the sitting room. I tried to speak, but her arm was crushing my windpipe. "Don't let me repeat myself." "What do you mean?" I choked out. "I'm Adrian's fiancée."

“Sorry ma’am, Colton didn’t tell me this room was in use.” “It’s okay. I’m not ashamed.” He blinked, as though realizing I could talk. “Right. Uh, may I ask who you are?” “I’m Vanessa. You might not know me. I have a question for you though.” I took confident strides toward the door. “Is it true what they say? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy? Or is it save a horse, ride a cowboy? I've always been curious.” His jaw loosens, and he gives me a smirk the moment he regains his composure. “You plan on riding my brother?”

“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.”