Cows Matthew Stokoe Novels & Stories

Matthew felt as if he’s hands were grasped by a tiger, no matter how hard he struggled he could not escape. This scene shocked everyone present. “He’s a strong foreigner.” Everyone was shocked that they stood there speechless. Other than Wolf’s Den number one Torbert Octavius, Don’s strength was way beyond everyone else’s from the Wolf’s Den. Below Torbert was Matthew. Matthew could easily beat Wolf’s Den’s number four and five, but in Don’s eyes, he was just a puny punk. However, at this moment, this foreigner didn’t even break a sweat and took Matthew’s punch like it was nothing.

I say enthusiastically, regrettably. "We as a whole set it up!" he snarls, "the cows aren't only yours!" With a clever articulation, he punches Declan in the arm. "What gives it its stupendous taste is that our cows are like no other," Oliver grins, ascending from his roost on an especially huge bean pack. Strolling over to me, he drives me to one of the tremendous windows, coaxing me to watch out. Dispersed on the emerald green grass are unadulterated dark creatures that are really...

The slaves were all busy with their works with the stopwatch he hung at the other side to time their work. "Look over there, can you see the lady sitting at the shade?" He smirked, and I saw a lady sitting at the shade with a cowboy hat chewing, and blowing gums. "She's one of the persons who obeyed me and did everything I wanted. She doesn't work hard in the field or the cowsheds like the others. You won't work hard in the field too if you agree to be my hoer" Mateo chuckled, and I narrowed my eyebrows. I can't even imagine myself staring at him. Did he just say I should be his hoer? Is this all they think about? I managed to stopped myself from slapping him hard across his face.

“They’re gentle. Tame. It’ll ease you into the work.” The scent of hay and musk hung thick in the warm air. The light was dim, the barn silent but for the occasional lowing of the cows and the soft shuffle of hooves on straw. He stopped beside one stall and leaned over the gate, his arm flexing as he pointed. “This one’s Flower,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “She’s a sweetheart. She’ll make it easy for you.” I moved closer, peering into the stall to see the cow’s glossy coat and soft eyes. I could feel the heat from Uncle Matthew’s body beside me, his hand brushing mine on the gate. My fingers tingled. Every nerve in my body leaned toward him.

I insisted, even though I wasn’t fine at all, even though my vision was starting to blur at the edges and sweat was pouring down my face despite the cool morning air. “She doesn’t look fine,” another voice said, louder this time, and I turned to see Mateo standing at the edge of the mat with his arms crossed and that familiar smirk on his face. He wasn’t looking at me though. He was looking at the other wolves, the ones who’d stopped to watch my pathetic display. “This is exactly what I was talking about,” Mateo said, his voice carrying across the clearing with that easy charm that made everyone listen. “Did you guys see that? She can barely get through warm-ups without collapsing.”

I chose to sever the mate bond. That’s when the powerful Alpha went crazy. … Derek Blackwood's tenth absence from our mating ceremony happened during the celebration of his successful defeat of the rogue wolves and expansion of our pack territory. This grand celebration was meticulously organized by Vivian herself. At the banquet, everyone assumed Vivian was his future mate. "Alpha Blackwood and Miss Vivian have been childhood sweethearts! Now that he's defeated the rogues, we want to see them kiss to celebrate!" someone shouted from the crowd.

Mr Collins stuttered. I was amazed at how he stuttered. Who would ever thought he would be afraid of someone. He bowed slightly that anyone who didn't pay much attention won't notice but what amazed me more was Carmen. I'm sure I heard her say " MATE"in a low voice I've never heard her before. What did she mean by" Mate"? I guessed I'll ask her after school.

“I suspect there are bandits around. Those are the crazed one.” Goosebumps covered Anastasia's body as her mind froze. Her face paled as she thought for the first time that Nyles said was true–the Dark one, the Demon Wolf–the pirate and the bandits were his people. Outside she heard clomping of horses. She opened the stutters of the window to see that a rider was on the left. The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first.

Irene said from Sean’s back but Aliyah was already moving forward to get a better look. Edward was standing in the middle of the meadow, there were bodies surrounding him and he was drenched in blood. There were wounded wolves hiding away from him and only five high chiefs were standing and they were still attacking endlessly. Edward ripped the head of a high howler, throwing it at a wolf running towards him before he sprinted to it and picked it up by the tail, swirling around in circle and letting the wolf fly away from him. ‘Aliyah, he is doing good, we have to go,’ Sean said in the mind link.

Dina said, "But I'm going to need something a lot stronger if I have to look at your ugly eyes for too long." What was so 'ugly' about my eyes was beyond my comprehension. Was having two distinct colored eyes really so strange? Ugly no, rare yes. I couldn't resist taking a quick look at Knox and Curt, nearly giggling at the foolish grins on their cheeks. Dina and the girl with Curt requested water, and Curt and Knox ordered juice. I hurried back to get their orders at last. Sadie and another worker in the restaurant Payton, one of the cooks, asked me before I could flee again.