Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

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.

“I heard some rumors of you roaming quarters where you shouldn’t be. Is this what you normally wear out? My heart was in my mouth in seconds, but I smiled to hide the terror. Did someone see me going into that sex club? “Well France is a big country, your sources have to be more specific.” She laughed, “And so is Chile, I see that your stay must’ve been great, you are glowing. Is that from the sun or a hotblooded Chilean hunk?” “I guess you’d have to pay your sources handsomely to get that scoop, Celia.” I winked at her. I was proud of my flary showmanship and so was dad based on the chipper grin on his face behind the cameraman.

the guy chuckled. Anika stared at him, realizing that she had not dreamed anything this morning. It was the same blue-eyed guy who had been driven out of the doorway by a mop, after which he turned into a large dog, which she had just let into the house. And now he was sitting at her table and finishing the food on his plate.

Even as the metal sheets outside clattered in the storm, she ventured into it, ignoring the danger on the road. She saw metal sheets flying, wood, and other debris, but her Jeep Wrangler fought against the storm’s power. And now, Marishka would just die in his hands? Why? Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a veterinarian. Perhaps it wasn't in her nature. She froze mid-step when the horse behind her suddenly made noise, and she quickly turned around. "He’s alive!" Tibor exclaimed, soaked but undeterred. There were five of them there, and all the workers cried out in joy.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

"Yeah. Let's move on from that subject. What's your wildest dreams?" I thought for a moment, "Like actual dreams when I'm sleeping, or like what I want for my future type things?" He shrugged, "Both." "Let's see, when I was younger, I had this dream that cows were coming out of the lake and would raid my family's cottage and eat all the people. So now I'm afraid of cows, and I'm totally not a vegetarian." Connor laughed a bit loudly, earning a glare from the librarian. "And I really want to go skydiving and take some of those really cool pictures people have."