Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

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.

Nate clears his throat and then sings: “I’m all out of steak. But I’m not gonna cry. Countryside’ll give me what I want. ’Cause I feel way too hungry tonight.” The three girls all clap and cheer while the people around them, including Mr. and Mrs. Maliksi, turn their heads because Nate’s voice is that good. People are also able to confirm their earlier suspicions of Nate’s identity and are starting to take pictures and videos. Soon, they’ll be summoning enough courage to ask for autographs. “Old Town Road might be better though,” Lor says, “because Countryside’s motif is cowboy and western.” “Oh, OK…” Nate pauses a bit and then starts belting: “I’m gonna take my horse to that restaurant. I’m

He is worse than despicable. "I don't even know why I keep wasting my time having sex with a barren woman!" Thundered the visibly angered jack. "I thought peasants were able to have children as many times as they had sex. Like rats living rent free and feeding off leftovers just like your family. I don't understand how you are different!" He bawled. "I should never have married you! You are just a waste of my resources!"

I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road I'm gonna ride (Kio, Kio) 'til I can't no more I got the horses in the back Horse tack is attached Hat is matte black Got the boots that's black to match Riding on a horse, ha You can whip your Porsche I been in the valley You ain't been up off the porch, now Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Riding on a tractor Lean all in my bladder Cheated on my baby You can go and ask her My life is a movie Bull riding and boobies Cowboy hat from Gucci Wrangler on my booty Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me no

The rodeo grounds smelled of dust, leather, and adrenaline. Floodlights cut through the warm Texas night as the final event of the evening wrapped up. Felix Anderson, 24, stood near the chutes, heart still racing from the spectacle he’d just witnessed. He was a city boy through and through , slim, clean-cut, with neatly styled light brown hair and a button-down shirt that looked wildly out of place among the cowboy hats and Wranglers. He had come to the small-town rodeo on a whim during a weekend road trip, expecting cheap entertainment and cold beer.

Cash stood on the front stoop, hands shoved in his pockets, huddled against the chilly night. His blond beard looked scruffy and his blue eyes bloodshot. He wore scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans, and a ratty T-shirt with a drawing of a pig standing at a barbecue that said I like my pork pulled and my meat rubbed. Classy guy. “Listen, buddy. She doesn’t want you here. So take your drunk ass and—” “Who the fuck are you?” Cash lurched drunkenly, looking him up and down. “Is she banging you already?”

Frank opened his eyes in horror as he tried to control the steering wheel while his wife and children screamed at the speed of the car. They were all confused and scared at what was happening. Death crossed Frank's mind so many times. His hands on the steering wheel were stiff and he couldn't imagine losing his family. He steered the car to the left to avoid a clash with another car, but immediately after he had dodged another car, his car ran into a truck. ~~~~~~~~ The headline news that morning was that Frank and his family were crushed by a truck. Nobody survived, not even his children. It was reported as an accident but some people argued that it was a plot meant to eliminate Frank from

Chad said to himself, putting his feet up on the Council table, he relaxed a little. All the wolves knew better than to make Chad wait too long, as he hates his own company. Caius was the first to arrive, followed by Dove, Zoei, and Loki, the last to arrive being suspiciously was Lady Jisoo. Making no excuse for her lateness, simply walking to her seat and sitting down, she didn't need Chad learning what new skill her husband, Lucas had picked up from a few, new, wolves that brought out his inner blood lust.

“I’ve got a name, you know. I’m sick of being called wolf, hunter, or whatever. I have a name.” Hanging her hands on her waist, Emory held his deep blue gaze. “What is it?” he asked as he circled around her before returning to stand in front of her. “Emory,” she said. “Ah, yes.” He nodded, his eyes widening in recognition. “The last Chavére.” He added much to her surprise. “Colin and everyone else leave us,” he ordered. Emory watched Sabine and the group leave, then turned back to Hendrick once they were gone.