Jackerman Horse Novels & Stories

He tried to look unbothered—nonchalant—but I saw the pulse pricking dark against his throat, the way his fingers trembled before he shoved them back into his pockets. "Nice looking horse," he said, voice clipped, eyes on the black animal that looked every inch ready to snarl. The horse was magnificent—intimidating, all muscle and shadow—because Jaxon had deliberately given Daniel the biggest one. Massive. I couldn't name the breed, but damn—tall enough to eat the sky. Daniel and Jaxon themselves were big men; the horse simply swallowed them whole.

We can keep an eye on those specific guys. “So when is the next poker game?” Josh asks. “Talk to Blain. He will know.” Haze tells him. I just laugh at this. I think they should hold off on the poker games for a while. I am certain if they buy any more weird shit, Dustin is going to lose his shit. I had to laugh when he told me we were keeping the horses and the llama. Who the fuck buys a llama? I can understand the horses, but the llama. That made me laugh. I know those horses had to cost a fair amount since they are draft horses. Haze and I have ridden them a few times. We are going to start teaching the trio of trouble how to ride. Jordyn is infatuated with the horses. I wond

I squeal as the baby stingray avoids my hand completely and glides right by, flapping his wing and splashing me with water. Daniel throws his head back and laughs. "You keep falling for it." I pat the water out of my eye. "I know. He's a sneaky one. I keep waiting for one of his friends to come by and let me touch his belly." Nestled smack in the middle of Houston, you wouldn't think there would be a lot to do at the Downtown Aquarium, but there is. There are thousands of tanks filled with various forms of sealife… everything from sharks to eels to jellyfish. There's even a white tiger and carnival rides. It's a blast. But my favorite is the stingray exhibit.

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

His voice sounds more of a phonograph recording than anything else. Our job is to keep the Ravens in check like supernatural herders, which partly explains Yama Ranger’s dated fashion sense. Kera has her wings, Yama Ranger a flying tar-black horse tritely called Nightmare, and Ankou drives a horseless wagon that creaks and groans as the whole thing flies across the sky; the sleigh of an unholy Saint Nick. The sleigh has the same physics-defying dimensions as a circus clown car in that it never gets filled no matter how many dead bodies we pile on it. As for me, I’m able to tread nothing but air when I transform into a full-on giant and six-legged Wampus Cat.

He said smiling. I sat on a toy horse and Jungkook also sat on a toy horse behind me. The Carousel ride started, and everyone else started enjoying and I turned my face to look at him as I saw his expression was horrified maybe he's afraid of felling down, "Don't get nervous. It's not a real horse." I said loudly while he was still holding on the horse tightly. Didn't he is the one who suggested this and now look at him he's clinging to that.

“You liar! Give me back my money!” “What money are you talking about?! I have never seen you before in my life!” The owner of the stall shouted back as he struggled to set himself free. Just then, the fake copper coins and jade horses that he had put on display fell to the ground. However, when the jade horse fell to the ground, it did not break at all! In fact, it seemed to be made out of hardened plastic. “I will call the police if you refuse to return my money to me!” Jacob yelled as he exploded in anger.

I almost screamed over the loud cheerings. "None! Because I know who is gonna win," he shouted back, beside Tess. "Really? Which one?" I ducked away from Tess's elbow. She was leaping with cheerings. "Jordan. He is a winner," he replied. "How do you know? It can be a different one this time." His brown eyes locked with me. "I know because my cousin never loses. And that-" he pointed towards the horse that was now slightly ahead of the Cage. Even a white one now was giving them competition, "-is Achilles' horse. He always bets on Jordan."

From his bedroom window, Jeremy watched Aron cross the backyard. Slowly approaching the grave of the horse that had just been buried. Aron stood alone. His posture was rigid. His hands rested inside his pockets. His eyes stared at the fresh mound of earth, still damp, with a simple wooden marker standing at the edge. No name. No proper stone. Only the evidence of anger that had turned into a grave. Mr. Pamkins had given that horse to Aron on his seventeenth birthday. A black Andalusian horse. Intelligent.

Amidst the sea of sweaty bodies, one figure stood out-a tall, muscular white man with a tribal tattoo snaking up his neck, a telltale sign of his true identity. Lukas, the infamous p**n star known as "The White Horse," was in the house. His 10-inch cock was legendary, and his love for black women was the stuff of fantasy. But tonight, he wasn't here for work. He was here to let loose, to dance, and to maybe find a willing partner to satisfy his carnal desires.