I Know It Ain't The Stallion Novels & Stories

When Stella and Adrian heard this, they were already very depressed! This man barged in… Originally, she was thinking about how to explain the relationship between them to the stall owner… Tristan’s explanation…? Was it reasonable? “Yes… Yes…’ The stall owner said again, “I like it. It’s normal. How can my father not be so careful? He said that the people who don’t have much sugar are all fathers and mothers!” “...” Stella stood behind them, feeling even more depressed.

***** The horse moves like a silver whisper, prancing and twisting and snorting as he gallops around the confined space of the corral. "He's beautiful," she breathes. Nathaniel watches her from the corner of his eye as he saddles up. "That he is, but he's not for the likes of you, Jennifer. You won't come to any harm on Maggie here. Leastways, if you do, it's because you decided to throw yourself off...." Her eyes follow the stallion. "He moves as if he wants to dance across the world."

​​He trailed behind him with an oversized gear bag, constantly holding the thermos and letting Robin take a sip every few minutes. They weren't even trying to hide it anymore? "Ladies, this way." Robin gestured toward the stables and continued politely, "The horses here are very docile. They're perfect for beginners." Cynthia gave him a sideways glance and mocked, "You're so kind, Robin. But where's the fun in docile horses? We should ride a wild one." Ignoring the protest of the staff, Cynthia marched straight toward the back of the stalls, heading for the biggest black stallion known for having the foulest temper in the club.

She glanced at Cody and corrected saying “our barn.” Damon said, “Cody was telling me about heartbreaker.” Angel smiled so brightly at the mention of the horse she said “He is a randy fella for sure. But, beautiful, I’ve never seen a more beautiful animal.” Damon looked at Cody and said, “You know Gambler and Heartbreaker have the same Sire.” She heard Cody sigh, but he said “Yes, I knew. It’s the culmination of a man’s life’s dream to own a horse like that.”

"So i have to tell you the same thing. You are John friend that mean you are also a playboy, arrogant and egocentric person.,characterless " "Yeah. You can call me that. And you forget about the word handsome." Look at his ego. So big....... He said " so Miss Stella.? What is your full name " " Stella and Stella nothing " " what that mean? " " i am an orphan. " " oh sorry. So how you "

I shouted out through the door and explained, "You've got the wrong person! I'm no side chick!" I thought that things would be alright once I cleared up the situation. Surely, they'd let me out once they knew that they'd gotten the wrong person! But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!"

Ironically, this was the one time he didn't need to tell me what he was doing. Also, he was wrong about one thing—this wouldn't be his last night as a bachelor. Harold was confused when I didn't say anything. "Minerva? Hello? Can you hear me? Is your phone lagging or something?" I still didn't speak. I acted like my phone was malfunctioning. He lost patience and said, "I told you I didn't need to call her. She wouldn't dare check up on me, anyway."

Paul- I want to mark our mate. Me- Just a few more hours, pal. Paul- My lips are drooling. Me- Can you sense her wolf? Paul- Mate is wolfless. But I love her anyway. Me- Yeah, she is perfect. We are laying, holding each other, knowing we will sleep separately tonight. “When does your Stag start?” She asks me. “Same time as your Hen,” I answer, holding her tightly. “Where are they taking you?” “Some club in Napa,” She is sleepy already.

SAELYNA Silver Stallion is the more popular of the two bars in the village. It is a short distance from our house, and that's where I'm headed. When I step into the semi-dark room, I notice there are fewer people than there usually is. Then I recall most of them haven't returned from the Glade. They would anyway, anytime soon. And the last thing I want is Derrick Marwell talking again about how I had gotten drunk and danced off with Elwyn, so I must hurry about my business and get home soon.

Some of them looked at me as if I had finally started growing a second head without knowing about it. I got all I needed then I headed straight for the stables where the horses waited patiently for my ugly ass to clean all their crap from the previous night. I prayed silently for Buster to be nice. Buster was one of the stallions among the team and he was by far the most mischievous. Buster would usually drop shit the size of Texas merging with Manhattan just as a way of fucking with me. He was in a good mood which made my job easier.