Fantasy Cowboy Novels & Stories

When she sat I was treated to a view of her smooth pussy. "You aren't who you pretend to be, are you?" "You mean I'm not who my license says I am?" "No. The name is probably yours, but you show up looking like a cowboy. You walk like John Wayne when he was about fifty. You wear a silver belt buckle and boots. There's probably a horse somewhere nearby. But, you aren't just a cowboy." "Or, maybe cowboys are a lot more thinkers than lots of folks give them credit for being." "Touché."

He sniffed the air slow, like a wolf. ‘I smell your heat, little one,’ he said soft, his voice smooth as silk. ‘Ye brought us here to taste ye, to drink deep.’ The cowboy book shook next, pages tearing a bit as Buck jumped out. Dust puffed around his boots, like he brought the desert with him. He wore a brown hat, a red shirt with sleeves rolled up to show tanned arms full of muscle, and jeans that stuck to his thick legs. A belt with a buckle and a rope hung low on his hips. He grinned wide, teeth white, eyes blue and playful. ‘Howdy, miss,’ he drawled slow, tipping his hat. ‘Looks like you need some tamin’. I’m just the man to rope ya in.’

Usually, she was jumping between Kaelen and Alex, but was mostly with Kaelen. "Oh, I think you do," Amanda took a step closer, "You know, for a girl who's practically invisible, you certainly have a very vivid and wild imagination. Especially when it comes to my boyfriend!" She leaned her face into Elias, invading her personal space,"Or should I say, Fantasy boyfriend," And that was when it finally hit Elias, and a chill ran down her spine all the way down to her bones. The book. It was...her Fantasy book.

“Oh, I see. Does Lou own a ranch like Ray?” “Yes, but it’s smaller than the Steele ranch. Oh, the bull riding is starting,” Donna said. She had long, straight blonde hair. She looked a few years younger than Lou. They watched three guys ride the bull but they didn’t last long. The next two guys lasted a little longer. The next guy didn’t last no time and got trampled by the angry animal. “Oh, dear,” Ava said as she watched several men run out to the rider – who was barely moving.

Conri stood at a far mountain with a single wolf, as he awaited Badulf's feedback. He was getting impatient as he sensed footsteps coming behind him, he knew it was a fairy and he didn't flinch as he could smell that this fairy was powerless, he became aware it was fairy they wanted. "Oh look at you" Conri smiled turning towards Nuala, "being such a good fairy." He added

The girl continued to advance, and the guy backed towards the door across the kitchen. “Please,” the guy raised his hands in front of him in a protective gesture, “I can’t cross the threshold, otherwise I’ll become a dog again!” - Go away! - Anika screamed, not wanting to listen to his nonsense. - Psycho! She pressed him against the door and forced him to open it. The castle was surprisingly closed. Turning the key, the guy opened the door, and Anika forced him out the threshold. Taking a couple of steps away from the door, he looked at her reproachfully. A few seconds later there was a bang. A cloud of fog - and instead of a guy, a black dog with blue eyes, wrapped in a curtain, was sitting

“Wait, did he give you that heater? No, wait, that's from the outsiders. What do cowboys call their revolvers? Pops?” The security guards drew closer as Tyler stared at Daniel like he was an alien speaking another language. “Who's a cowboy?” Tyler demanded weakly. “Why do you keep asking me these questions?” "I don't know, Tee. You seem like a fascinating character. I've always been intrigued by the 1800s, and you strike me as the perfect person to shed some light on that era. Did you ever journey along the Oregon Trail? I've heard tales of the devastating dysentery that plagued travelers. And if your wagon's axle snapped, that was pretty much it, wasn't it? A broken axle meant certain doom.

Still trying to make sense of this, I get a strange feeling inside as if this person cares. ‘Wake up Hailey, remember there is no such thing as love, it is only a myth. You are just dreaming and thinking about the book that you are reading.’ My mind is telling me over and over again. Still looking around, I heard the door slowly opening. Standing at the door was the cowboy, but without his hat and not dressed like he was in the bar but in full black pants and dress shirt, I still do not know his name, but I knew that smile on his face, the one that could make any girls heart stop.

Kids who are riding with us is now giggling so I laugh as well, finding their giggle fun to listen. I look at Damian and he is just watching me from my right side so I laugh, pointing him. “You look like a lame cow boy.” I teased, grabbing my phone out. “Smile, Mister!” I exclaimed to tease him even more. “I am not riding a cow, how did I become a cowboy?” My lips parted in realization but shrug my shoulder nonetheless. “Well—“ “It is supposed to be a jockey.” I gasped, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, Dawson! Don’t get smart with me, shut it.”