Cows Matthew Stokoe Novels & Stories

“Your pre-mating celebration! Courtesy of your favorite troublemakers.” Kael came forward, smiling. “We thought you might like something… smaller. Before the real chaos begins.” I blinked, still processing. “You did this?” “Mostly me,” Mira said proudly. “The others just carried things.” Storm raised an eyebrow. “Carried things? Mira, I built the damn table.” “And I hunted the meat,” Jack added. Milo crossed his arms, muttering, “And I almost drowned trying to catch those fish.” Mira laughed. “You didn’t have to dive in headfirst, genius.”

EMMA: Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? MATTHEW: Absolutely ;) EMMA: You pig. MATTHEW: Oink, oink, baby.

Rocking her waist back and forth, she rode him like a real cowgirl. Sweat drips from them combining with the clapping rhythm of their body, creating a perfect sound with their moans. Mathew had not been prepared for what Stephanie did next. A rush of pain with a mixture of pleasure jerked his body hard as her canines sank deeply into his neck.

Again Matthew had to break into the scene. "Forgive my sister, Sir. She is a spoiled brat, but I promise she could be of help." The farmer snorted. "I don't see how she could be of any use. She can't lift heavy loads, she won't rub my feet. She is a good-for-nothing!" In desperate search of an acceptable solution to the problem, Matthew swept his gaze around, and his sight fell upon the horses tethered on the fence. He turned to the vexed farmer with a wide smile.

The unspoken weight of the impending conflict loomed in his words. Scott's eyes sparkled with a subtle curiosity, his words dancing in the air. "On a different note," he mused, "we've stumbled upon something intriguing with Mathew. There's a unique ability he possesses—calming Alpha Dominic's wolf. A phenomenon that even Alpha Dominic finds perplexing, unaware that Mathew is, in fact, his own flesh and blood. The unspoken connection resonates in the way his wolf instinctively urges protection, a silent plea that Alpha Dominic, perplexed by its origin, has yet to decipher. The answer should be apparent, but unfortunately not."

… In a villa on the outskirts of Ashthorne, Matthew clapped his hands lightly as he hummed a cheery tune. Before him, lay Elijah with broken legs. "Working on holographics behind my back?" Matthew sneered. "You've got the nerve to develop it, but do you have the life to profit from it?"

“Mr Cunningham, how were the two of you certain that Ms Riley is also your mate? As you mentioned, you already knew she was the mayor’s mate.” Eash smiled faintly and replied politely. “A mate bond is something sacred. We can’t give a logical explanation for it; it’s also not something that can be mistaken or confused. When we first met Riley as Leo’s mate, we both instantly felt something about her. We knew she was somehow connected to our lost mate, but what were the odds of that being possible? So, we took our time to be sure. Over time, every little detail, every scent, every instinct confirmed what our hearts already knew.”

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

Cole’s wolf picked the pace and he kept on running till we reached near a human settlement. The sun was already up in the sky, spreading it’s warm to every corner. Cole was standing beside me in his rusty clothes which he had stolen from a farmer’s house. He said it wasn’t stealing but burrowing since he would return those clothes if he ever got a chance. We walked in the middle of the market of the village. We both hungry, tired and also we didn’t have any money with us. We should have collected some money before we ran.