روايات وقصص ضمن Fantasy Cowboy

Cassandra ordered coffee and told everyone, "This is all because Ms. Saccone didn't save the files properly, causing everyone to lose the bid." Then, she added, "Ms. Saccone, hurry up and apologize to everyone. You just made them lose their year-end bonuses." I took a deep breath. "You're the one who used my computer without permission, and you're the reason the company lost a project worth 800 million dollars." When I said that, all of my coworkers stared at Cassandra in shock. Cassandra's face turned bright red. "You're just jealous that Theodore is with me, so you're slandering me. You're trying to force Theodore to break up with me! I'm telling you, even if Theodore broke up with me, he

That proposal had been an instant yes for me and I hoped it would be the same for him. “Belle Stoneworth,” he mused out loud. “Well you know me. I’ve always loved a good cowboy. Or cowgirl, as the case may be.”

“I’ll pass on the breakfast, though. Thanks.” The man chuckled and didn’t press. “Takori. Takori Komori,” he offered. “Coach and founder of the new Shirakiba Wolves team. Pleasure to meet you.” Dante raised a brow, unimpressed. “That so?” Takori sipped his tea, eyes dancing over the rim. “I have two players who won me the Winter Cup this year. Very valuable assets.” “And what the hell does that have to do with me?” Dante snapped, already annoyed by the man’s upbeat energy.

Because she spits out her truths like they’re lies, saying serious things so casually it’s like a joke. “Make sure to keep the fridge stocked,” I tease and lay back with her, scooting closer, but only so I can see the stars. Not so I can feel her against me. “What’d you wish for?” “Wes Dawson,” she scolds. “I can’t tell you.” “Right. It won’t come true if you do.” “Oh, I didn’t think of it like that. I was going to be cliché and say if I tell you I have to kill you, but you’re so big and tall. It’ll be such a pain to chop you up and bury your body.”

She was impressed, he could see that in the way she couldn’t stop gawking. He laughed. He wouldn’t begrudge her amusement. He had had the same reaction after the Black Hunter had been renovated. Black Hunter was one of his favorite toys and watching her jaw drop at the sight of it gives him so much pleasure. Cathy couldn’t help herself. As a Ptakallis wolf, once condemned by the goddess to live and scavenge the woods for a living, she and the rest of their stray pack barely knew the comfort of luxury. That was, until Maggie, heiress to the Dark Storm empire had been reborn not far from their home. Crazy as it was, she had never been on a plane let alone a private jet before so pardon her if

"Now, I know you disrespectful pricks are not true cowboys because once a woman says no it's no. I will let you have this final warning come near us again the rest of you will get the same treatment." I let go and the guy dropped and I watched his buddies drag him off. One of the cowboys walked up to me and smiles "so, would you like to dance."

Every so often, the sharp crack of his bullwhip would resound through the air, a stern reminder for the cattle to stay in formation. Alexandra watched him, admiration swelling within her. His cowboy gear fit him perfectly, enhancing his ruggedly handsome features. His hat sat comfortably on his head, casting a shadow over his intense eyes. His work boots were worn and weathered, much like the man himself, bearing the marks of countless days under the sun. She admired him not just for his good looks, but for his dedication and work ethic. He handled the cattle with a calm assurance, his every move revealing years of experience. He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through.

"The queer cowboy's convention?" Jason scoffed and hopped on the countertop across from her, digging a finger into the guacamole she'd made earlier, "One, I'm heading out to a horse ranch downtown with some of my friends and two, there's nothing like queer cowboys convention, how did you even come up with that?" His voice rose incredulously at the end of the statement.

It took a special type to actually live that lifestyle, and the ones she knew were all back and had moved on to lives that they could live without much farming experience. A cowboy might be the perfect distraction to her. She could relate to them in a way the others couldn’t. They would also be the perfect protection from the men she worked with. She smiled to herself. A plan was coming together in her mind to counter the one some of the men around her were probably thinking about. While they wanted to ride her or her them on this trip, she wouldn’t mind a small distraction of a fling with one of the ranch hands. So if the men she worked with tried to mount her, she would ride a cowboy inste

“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.”