I Know It Ain't The Stallion Novels & Stories

Slap! Martha slapped Samuel in the face. “Don’t you know what day it is?! How could you run away from your own wedding?! You’ve embarrassed both of our families!” Bethany Jones, Yelena’s mother, had a dark expression. “Samuel, if you don’t want to marry my daughter, just say it. Why humiliate us at this moment? Are you trying to turn my daughter into a laughing stock?!” Samuel clenched his fists and pursed his lips. He did not say a thing.

Then, Sienna told Ariana that she had found out about this place from her friends. According to them, the bar would become livelier after midnight. There weren't many customers there at the moment. However, they were having a special performance in the bar that night, called "The Gentlemen Show". During the show, male models would be performing topless, wearing just a tie over their neck. Sienna's eyes twinkled. "I've heard that their performances are pretty wild." Ariana grinned. "You're acting like an excited child again." Although things had been rough for Sienna and her family, she nonetheless remained optimistic throughout the ordeal.

"The question isn't whether you believe me. The question is what you're going to do about it." Marcus followed them into the hallway. The corridor stretched longer than it should have, doors lining both sides, each one identical. The walls seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. "What can I do? Cross said I'm under involuntary commitment. The doors are locked."

CORA The white mare stood before me patiently while I circled her nervously for the third time. "You're stalling," Liam said from where he stood beside his own massive black stallion that somehow seemed less intimidating than the task ahead of me. "I'm observing," I corrected, eyeing the seat that looked impossibly high from ground level. "You're procrastinating." He moved to stand beside the mare, gesturing at the saddle. "Just follow my instructions, it's not complicated."

“Horses? you have horses?! in your backyard?!” I run forward, leaving him behind as I trudge towards them, “Oh my god! They are real horses!” I laugh. I hear him behind me, “Careful now, Stella here is pregnant but would not stay indoors, we don’t want to spook here.” My heart almost melts, the brown horse was beautiful, and she did look pregnant, she looks up from eating, watches us for a second, before looking back down. He steers me away from Stella, to the other four.

" Dad's words were sharp and relentless. With each sentence, Theodore and Cassandra's faces grew a shade paler. "Miss, let me ask you something. Just because you deemed it to be a misunderstanding, do you think her staying silent gives you the right to be cruel?" Dad asked.

Andrea asked with confusion blooming on her face, since she didn't see any stallion beside Anita. Anita shook her head negatively. " I decide to try out something new," she replied calmly. " But note, He is Frost now, not White anymore." She was referring to her Stallion. Andrea blinked her eyes and turned to Frost, with an unbelievable expression. " Really boy?" Frost just stared at her blankly. " Fine!" Andrea spread her arms in the air. " What's the new thing?" " You will see." Anita waved her hand, and the community wooden gate was opened loudly!

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

Chelsea As I stood there, my heart pounding, staring at the majestic white horse beside me, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of helplessness. "So, you're telling me that I can't truly ride if I don't have any experience?" I asked, desperately hoping for a different answer.

I open my eyes and turn my head slowly toward the corner stall. Konstantin’s black stallion, Z’ver, is standing in the center of his pen, his massive head hanging low to the ground. His ears are pinned back tightly against his skull, and his entire body is trembling. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, lifting his front right leg off the straw and holding it in the air, letting out another low, shuddering whimper. I hesitate, my instincts screaming at me to stay exactly where I am. Leonid told me this beast is a killer.