Horse: A Novel Novels & Stories

“ — You're crazy, Veronica. — I narrowed my eyes in her direction. She blinked at me in response, falsely innocent. — Is everything ready yet? — I asked with a wave of anxiety and anticipation, as I was about to walk Veronica around the farm. She smiled happily and held out her hand, drawing me close to her. I approached cautiously and nervously, as it was the first time I had ever been this close to a horse. I stopped behind my beloved and stared at the beautiful animal. — Isn't she perfect? I nodded, mesmerized by Esmeralda's beauty. The mare had been a gift, given by her late grandfather, to Veronica when she was still a teenager. How could an animal have a coat shinier than my hair? That

Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly. "Ah—Connor, I'm scared!" "Don't be. I'll teach you." Gripping the reins with one hand, I stepped on the rear stirrup with my left foot and pushed off, swinging myself up onto the horse and settling in behind Madeline. The saddle was a parent-child double saddle, smaller than a standard two-person saddle, so the moment I mounted, I was pressed tightly against her back. The warmth of her body and her intoxicating fragrance drifted to me at once. Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front…

When they came to the last stall, a huge pitch-black horse came to the door and stuck its head out. Marianna reached out to touch it. "And this beautiful horse is Veronica." Veronica giggled at the fact that they shared the same name. But the horse was absolutely beautiful. She may not have known much about horses, but this one seemed special. Unique among the others. "You can touch her, she's very kind," Marianna said. Veronica reached out to rub the side of the horse's face. She was incredibly soft, and had long eyelashes that lined dark, soulful eyes.

"No –ye…''Jack says as he runs to his horse. The convoy propelled to the village. Christine clenched her teeth together. She was in deep agony of pain. The poison had spread through the veins to almost every part of her body. She pulls herself out of the water relieved of the captivity of Mark Slater's soldiers. The cold made her tumble as she lay hopelessly on the leafy grasses on the bank of the river. The pain left her exasperated. Her body becomes numb. With a little effort, she manages to slither to the horse. Sparrow's horse revolved around his master who had buried a hatchet between him and the unknown world. The shrilling and screaming of the people in the land of Ura pierced the amb

"Come on, Let's go!" The horse regained momentum and shot out incredulously. Ian Crow gaped when he saw Jake pass by him as if he wasn't moving. Before he could retrieve his weapon again, Jake was well ahead of the race. No matter how much speed Ian Crow added, Jake's horse distanced itself and dissapeared from all the riders site. Ian Crow was baffled. 'Just how could the horse be that fast? I haven't seen a horse this fast since the Black Thunder!' Having left the riders behind, Jake reached the hills and beyond it the river dazzled across the green land. Jake could see a few figures darting back and forth near the river. When he made it closer, he could see that they were engaging in batt

Anda rolled her eyes. "So I found out there's a horse race going on tonight at the village square so I signed up" Adam smiled. "You can't race.. what if you fall off and dies?" Anda glared at him. "I signed up as Anda Samuels, I'll do the talking and you'll do the racing" Adam replied. "You smart son of a bitch" Anda Screamed excitedly attracting attention. "So, The official boat race starts next week.. I think it's a good thing we came to Dullard" Adam smiled.

she said, and Great Madame came over to her and kissed her. "Come on, count backwards from three!" shouted Mr. Kusuma. Three, Two, One Jeeeeng.... One tug Amelia opened the satin, and what the underneath was, HORSE! A shiny dark brown horse standing proudly in an iron-barred box. Imported horse, which must have more than seven digits. Amelia screamed with joy! "Alberto!" ***

Patience's past drone research had been confidential. "So, nothing to declare?" Hazel smirked. "Lying has its place, but this isn't it." Allies of the Bluemoon Pack joined in the mockery. Infuriated, Yvette seethed, but Patience coolly said, "The truth will out." "Stubborn as ever," Hazel sneered. At that moment, a sleek black horse was led over. "Mr. Gross, this horse is a gift from Bluemoon. It's already been tamed," Winston said ingratiatingly. "Why not give it a try?"

I hand him a copy of Black Beauty “What’s it about,” Aspen asks. “The story is told from the point of view of a horse of how horses were treated in the late 18th century. It starts with his birth and he ends up in several different homes. Some treat him well, some don’t. It’s really sad, made me cry.” “Sounds interesting. Are animals not treated well in your realm?” “Have you not explored the human world?” “No I haven’t. Unfortunately my father was very particular with my upbringing but now that I am older I plan to travel to every realm.”

Muffled grunts reached her ears. Holly repeated her attacks, over and over again. Her shoulder was sore by the time the wood splintered. She didn't care. Holly kicked at the door and she managed a hole wide enough to stick her hand through where she could unlock the door handle. Famine had Eros pinned beneath him. The former cabbit was pale, a ghostly white and a black aura flowed from him and into Famine's mouth. Holly still didn't hesitate. She threw herself at the horsemen.