Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

He must have seen the office door ajar on the security feed. Emelia did not hide. She remained on the floor, surrounded by the evidence of his deception, when he pushed the door open. Marcus froze in the doorway. His face went pale as he saw the silver laptop open on her lap and the tears on her cheeks. “Emelia,” he said, voice rough. She looked up at him. The man she loved. The man who had manufactured that love. “Project Cowgirl,” she whispered. “That is what you called me. Your project.”

***Fiona His driver walked around and opened the door for us. Greyson reached over and roughly took my hand, almost dragging me out. Vomit sat high in my chest. His proximity alone made me nauseous. I glanced up – Carter Mansion, the largest home sitting at the peak of The Hills. It was like a castle placed on top of a castle, with furnished rooms stretching in every direction. Immaculate stone carved siding lead to valley peaked roofs, showcasing gorgeous marble pillars at the entrance. Large, rounded windows scaled from floor to ceiling.

Then I picked a piece of meat from my bowl, fed it to the little black dog lying obediently at my feet, and muttered to myself, “You’re way cuter than her.” Sometimes animals could be more loyal than people. All it took was one piece of meat, and it would treat you as its owner. It would be loyal to the end, never betraying you. Unlike Yvonne, who was never satisfied. She always wanted everything. That was why I was determined that she would end up with nothing. As the countdown to midnight began, fireworks exploded one after another outside the window. I scrolled through the New Year’s greetings on my phone when I happened across a post from Evan’s on social media.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Chapter 3: That Day Waves of relief washed over Jenny as the trailer began moving. She'd heard the cowboy return, pausing to speak to the horse in a warm, deep tone. "Alright, Dahlia, let's head on home." Now, out on the highway, the motion settled into the monotonous rhythm of the segmented concrete slabs that made up the road they on which traveled. The trailer was open at the end, and a vent was open near the front to provide ventilation for the horse. Which made it cold for Jenny, bare legs and all, so she hunkered inside the huge black hoodie, leaning against the side of the trailer.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

He’s very muscular and drool worthy. “Oh, my bad I'm a little buzzed here cowboy,” Kim laughed. “How do you know my name have we met before?” Cowboy asked. “Ah no I just call guys who wear cowboy hats, cowboy, when I don't know their name.” Kim replied. “Well lucky guess. My name is Cowboy, and this here is my friend Smokey,” Cowboy introduced. “Where's the bandit?” Raine asked laughing. “Ha ha good one, like I haven’t heard that before,” Smokey fake laughed.

Hearing the man’s words, Noah couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys run around in Khanh City, yet you have no idea who I am? Tell me, are you in the league with Black Tiger, Beowulf, Baldy, or Ice Pick Willie?” “Black Tiger? Beowulf? I don’t even know who the heck those people you’re talking about are!” The man waved the stick in his hand. “Remember my name, it’s Horseface. And this is my brother, Bootsie. Hurry up! Cut the b*llshit and pay up that three hundred thousand dollars!”

Camden watched as the young woman made her way to a nearby table of men, delivering the beers to an echo of hearty cheers. "We eating?" Matt asked with an eager twinkle in his eyes. Camden chuckled to herself. "What's caught your eye?" she asked curiously, scoping out the food section of the menu as she tried to make a guess. Her eyes skimmed through the menu as he said, "Highland Steak," a smile plastered on his face as he regarded the menu. Camden's smile faltered. "W-what? Highland? You mean?" she asked, horror etched all over her face at the realisation. "No, no, no!" Clayton assured her, grabbing her hand on the table and clasping it on his own. "Not Dorito. Not Sugar. They're show catt

In the back of his mind, he had accepted that she had burned to a crisp in the fire. “Volkov! Puta madre!!” Hugo screamed from behind him. He was kicking and punching everything around him. It was no secret that he had caught a glimpse of the image. Volkov. The name ran a shiver through Wade’s spine. That man was no joke. He was the only fearsome name in Nebraska's world of crime. You seldom found his victims yet the message is well received by the target audience. Hugo's kicks shook the entire car.