Freedom Hill Stables Novels & Stories

She must possess his mother's spirit when preparation was involved. A neighing horse drew his attention and he turned to the mare being led out into the fields. Clover. She was a calm, obedient horse who was as spirited as a freeman. She would accord you control until she felt you no longer deserved it. She took off running as soon as she was let off her leash, sprinting through the open fields, glad to be free. Beth wanted to be free. Like the mare she must feel caught on a leash. She must want her freedom as desperately too, he thought.

It was Friaya. She jumps into Hailey’s arms in one go. Hailey just barely caught her. Tears streamed down both their faces. From the day at the stables, she and Friaya have been getting riding lessons and have found a bond between them, almost like a mother-daughter thing.

A chill spread through my entire body. I'd thought Chloe had simply lost her way. I hadn't realized someone else had been coaching her on how to bleed me dry. She was rotten at the root. Her birth had been a mistake. Years ago, Derek Collins and I had opened a small diner together. We worked ourselves to exhaustion and finally saved a little money. While I was pregnant with Chloe, I discovered that Derek had been gambling in secret. He'd lost the house and the diner.

It was the original version of Dylan’s memo. “Look at this. This is what he wrote. Free passes for letting me hurt Jenna. He turned Jenna’s pain into a quota just to keep me happy. He’s the disgusting one. He’s the real hypocrite!” She was trying to drag Dylan down with her. In that frantic confession, she ended up laying bare every single rotten thing she had done herself. Rosie’s Pasta Kitchen was left out of it this time. I had filed an intellectual property protection request with the platform, so it automatically hid my location and any identifying information.

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

Get ready for me! As soon as I hit send, the driver pulled up to a stop. A beautiful villa came into view, the one Chandler and I had bought with the money we saved up together when we got married. This house didn't belong to the Armstrongs, nor to my family, the Elledges—it belonged to the two of us. All our sweetest memories were made here. I raised my phone, thinking Chandler would be ecstatic. But after a few minutes, he only replied with a question mark and then asked, [Are you serious?]

The late July sun hung low over the rolling fields of Willow Creek Farm, turning the tall grass gold and the air thick with the scent of cut hay, warm earth, and horse sweat. The day’s lessons were done; most of the boarders had already loaded their trailers and left. Only one horse remained in the outdoor arena—a big bay warmblood named Titan, still damp from his cooldown bath, ears flicking lazily as flies danced around him.

About a half hour drive later we arrive at Fantasy Farms. “There are a lot of people here.” “I own the stables but we rent out open stalls to others for their horses.” It is a big stable with being able to house thirty horses and my family owns fifteen of them. We get out of the car and my horse and a paint named Bonnie are saddled for us. I get out of the car and run to the passenger side to open Davina’s door. “Wow they’re beautiful.” “Davina meet Bonnie. She’s a very gentle mare.” Davina walks over to Bonnie and starts stroking her neck. I walk over to King.

Dominic said and Erica nodded whilst smiling. Erica realized that Moonlight Heaven was more than just a stable for Dominic. It was a sanctuary where the beauty of the natural world intertwined with the magic of dreams. It was a place where horses and stags, imbued with an otherworldly essence, found solace and shared their enchantment with those fortunate enough to witness their splendor. Within its walls, time seemed to stand still, and the wonders of the natural and supernatural coexisted in perfect harmony, forever preserving the essence of a world where dreams came alive.