Fantasy Western の小説・ストーリー

I’m like a Marlboro man so I kick on back Wish I could roll on back to that old town road I wanna ride till I can’t no more This song perfectly complements Cassius in massive proportions. Picture this: several miles from our pack, nestled in the majestic mountains, lies our sprawling ranch and a magnificent lodge. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant sounds of laughter from humans enjoying their year-round vacations. From Monday to Friday, we all tirelessly manage the ranch and lodge. But when the weekend arrives, we immerse ourselves in exhilarating rodeos, leaving the care of the ranch and lodge to ranch hands and omegas.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

“You gonna be upset if I say no?” She shook her head. “I’d be surprised if you did remember. But I’ve never forgotten it. Never. You were a Western knight in a white cowboy hat. You’ve been my fantasy man since that day all those years ago.” “AJ, that’s not me. Then or now—” “It is. Don’t spoil the memory for me by denying it. Don’t spoil this moment either. Be Cord my sexy fantasy man, not Cord the responsible rancher who thinks too much.”

“Mostly fantasy books… like romance and stuff.” “She is being modest. She has written seven books so far.” You could tell Wade was proud of her. The way he looked at her with admiration in his eyes was warming. “They are about werewolves, but in more of a fantasy setting. However, your story might make for a good plot.” Courtney looked between us. “I’ll look forward to our story being published!” Courtney’s face lit up. “Really? You would let me write about it?” I was a little confused. “Sure, why would I not let you?”

He reminds me of a character from a book I once read. "What is your answer, little wolf?" "Yes" I said softly, finally my escape from hell to what seems like a fantasy. "I'll have my Beta's find your father to meet us out here, to let him know the plan. And tomorrow we will fetch your things from your pack if your father is okay with it." "Okay," I said softly, I couldn't look away from him. I've also wondered how all this has gone somewhat smoothly, without Marissa trying to intervene and start shit.

It locks down a wolf and slows healing if it gets into your system in low amounts but deadly in high doses. “I’ll ask one more time. Who helped you Felix?” Felix’s hazel eyes snapped up to mine in answer. Determination and defiance. “So be it. One more night in here then.” I said as I nodded at my man and he began pouring the liquid over the open chest wounds.

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.

Serina turned the idea down. "Ugh, okay. What am I worrying for anyway, our marriage is fast approaching and there is no way a village boy who knows no single incantation would amuse you. Just do hope there won't be any delay, because I'd be wiping off a portion of human race for every hour—" "I do find him interesting though. . ." Felix's teasing expression quickly shifted into a mixture of disgusted, unbelieving and betrayed look. ". . ?" "He's determined to be a Paladin, yet he never considered using magic."

‘Whoever heard of fish being called after characters from Gone With the Wind? It seemed apt at the time, since she'd bought them after her night with Collins Templeton... a night that was gone with the wind though she'd always remember it. 'At least it shows there's some romance left in your soul,' Favour reasoned, returning to her pitch. 'Khalid could be good for you.' Jasmine shrugged, not wanting an argument today of all days. 'Well, if he is, he is.' 'So you will give him a chance.'