Off Your High Horse Book Novels & Stories

i can learn so much from reading it. In the middle of drowning in my book I felt a presence opposite me and heard the sound of chair screeching and within a half minute I heard a rough male voice " Hey there! iam watching you from the last one hour reading that book without moving.so,I came here to check that you are dead or so" He said laughter in his voice.

I knitted my brows. “You're a bookworm? Or are you a goat? You've got the brain of one.” I tore out some pages, Exodus, and held them out as an offering. Pallor nipped them from my hands. He proceeded to eat Genesis and Revelation. I wondered how stupid Samael's animals were, and if their combined intellect was higher than his. I petted the roan's bony head. “Right. Good demon horse thing. Eat the Bible and be quiet.” I put it on a snow bank and he continued to nom. The hearse was stuck in a ditch, saddled with wood fit for working.

"We need to talk about the hunt before we do anything else." "I assumed we'd already talked about it." "We talked about the horse. We didn't talk about you." He crossed his arms as he studied me. “You froze. When your mare bolted, you didn't make the wrong move. You didn't make any move at all, and that's worse. A panicking horse needs a rider who can think faster than it can. You couldn't. Not because you aren't capable, but because no one ever taught you what to do.”

"Or bite my head off?" I laugh, a sound that feels foreign and wonderful. "Calm down, Harper. He’s a sweetheart. He just needs to stretch his legs." Harper narrows her eyes at him. When Heathcliff reaches out to nudge her shoulder with his nose, she flinches so hard I nearly double over with laughter. "So, the High Alpha just... gifted you a pedigree stallion?" Harper asks. "Just like that? No strings?" I shrug, looking at the jagged cliffs in the distance. "Power is... different here. They have so much control over the world’s resources that a high-priced animal is just a gesture. A 'gift' is just another way of showing dominance. Or something like that."

"If you say so. And what I was going to say is I would have regretted my decision if he gave you to them." "Oh come on Mr. King, your grandson won’t be happy to hear you flirting with his wife now, will he? And also it is if he sold me to them, once again and now at least you know that Aslanov women are not for sale." Let me say it myself if that's what he prefers to call me. I remarked with a smirk as his eyes sparkled in amusement. "One kind of a wild horse huh?" He whispered but if he didn't want me to hear he should have been quieter as it was loud enough to penetrate my ears.

“Casimir, I have told you more than once, horses are tools. Like your fangs, or your books, or your food—keep everything close that is needed, until it isn’t needed any more. Use it for its purpose, then don’t look back.” “I know! But that’s what I meant! I’ve been training him so I can use him in battle. Did you know horses used to fight wars? Can you imagine how a challenging Alpha would look when I ride up on a fucking horse and he’s laughing, and Prince puts a hoof through his forehead?”

When my handmaid in charge of taking care of me let it slip that there was a stable in the mansion, I decided to stop wallowing in self-pity and take to the fields for a change… that was until he showed up. "You didn't think it was necessary to let me know that you have a medal in horsemanship?" He tilted his head to the side as he mounted down from the horse. "You never cared to find out," I primped. "When I requested that you race with me, all you wanted to do was win and besides, it's not my fault that you have decided to lose at my expense." "I didn't lose." I nodded viciously. "Yep, you didn't. You just underestimated me like you usually do and got your ass kicked. Grow up and don't sul

Stella was slightly bewildered. She checked the horse from top to bottom. Her line of sight suddenly fell on Juno's hooves. Then, she exclaimed in shock. "You changed shoes?" Juno instantly raised its head and trotted a few steps ahead of her in a confident manner. Sporting new horseshoes that emitted clicking sounds with each step, it purposefully stomped the ground, much like a child flaunting new shoes. Juno paraded back and forth in front of its companions, showing off.

She always believed I could do things others thought I couldn’t. That memory wrapped around me now like a shield. I leaned forward, whispering against the horse’s ear. “Hey, big guy. I’m not your enemy, alright? Just help me get through this without breaking my neck. You and me—we’re on the same side.” The horse snorted. My lips twitched. “Yeah, I know I sound like a damn idiot. But just… trust me here.” For a heartbeat, the horse’s ears flicked back and forth. Its muscles shifted under me like it was testing me, weighing me. And then—clear and sharp—a whistle cut through the air from somewhere in the crowd. The horse stilled, head jerking slightly, then relaxed.

After riding together, the Prince and his woman rested together while feeding the white horse which had sulked due to jealousy of the moment of intimacy of its master. Indeed, this sounds very silly and strange, especially if only an animal dares to sulk openly. Fortunately, providing high-quality mainstay carrots makes the horse tame. Charlotte couldn't help but laugh gracefully at the thought of what had happened while taking off her headgear. “What a strange horse!” Charlotte snapped, shaking her head.