Off Your High Horse Book Novels & Stories

His teasing tone only deepened my embarrassment. Gathering my courage, I shifted the topic, my voice soft as I spoke, "Actually, this is my first time riding a horse. I've always dreamed of having a white horse of my own someday." My eyes lit up with a dreamy glint as I imagined the possibility, momentarily forgetting my vexation with Aaron. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth was a soothing backdrop to our conversation. My initial irritation melted away as the wind brushed against my skin, carrying with it the scent of grass and freedom.

From her spot outside the racetrack, Katie watched dazedly as Stephen and Yvonne rode their horses around the field, chasing after each other. Peter was standing next to her, and he clapped his hands as he exclaimed, "Amazing!" He thanked his lucky stars for being able to arrange this sort of meeting, for he was blessed with a jaw-dropping horse race. Katie watched as Peter cheered for them excitedly, then she turned to look at her own horse. Her heart sank into her stomach as she resolved not to give Yvonne the limelight. She gritted her teeth and tried to saddle up on her horse, but alas, try as she might, she had underestimated how tall the horse was and couldn't climb onto it.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

It was time for the National and his friends horse had to be pulled out due to a minor injury so he was checking the odds on the other horses deciding who to back, Trina was merry on the champagne and stood looking as the horses walked around the paddock, ‘Oh look at that one it looks so sweet’ She pointed to a pretty chestnut with a darker chestnut mane and tail, it was smaller than the others and danced along, it held its head and tail high and was looking around enjoying the atmosphere. While the other horses frothed and sweated this little one was having the time of its life. ‘Its to small’ Marco said dismissing it, ‘He’s right little lady it’ll never get over all those huge fences’ His

I started with little steps. "Hey there." I took another little step, the horse stepped back. "I heard a lot about you, I came to hear your part of the story…" it glanced at me and looked away. I took more of my little steps and stretched out my palm slowly. I read in the Blaze of Animals book that it was a good way to gain animals' trust. The horse's eyes were soft, it neighs softly and moved closer to me, resting its nose on my palm. I smiled and looked back at Hendrix who was way back with a lot of other men. I turned back to the horse and caressed his face.

“Your highness I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I can come back another time.” “Please stay Maliyah. This is your home and call me Aspen. I know I am a prince but I’d like us to be friends,” he replies smiling at me. I smile back. “What are you reading?” “I haven’t decided yet. Your family has a lot of books I’ve never heard of. Do you have a recommendation?” “Well this one is my favorite, but I love horses so I do not know if it’s something you’d like or not.” I hand him a copy of Black Beauty

"Don't worry about that. It is proven that horses are a good emotional therapy. The presence of a strong emotion, although the human may not be aware of it, for the horse, means that there is a danger, therefore, he will try to escape. But, if the person is calm, calm and present, the animal will seek contact from him. Hence, the individual who works with this animal must learn to manage his emotions and leave his mind blank." "Okay," I reply. “Call me if you have a problem with the horse.” When Edel leaves the office, Hans sits down in the chair. “It's amazing how much things change when I'm not around,” says Hans with a smirk on his face. “Magda already told me everything. Did you seriousl

The older man places his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me towards the massive horse: a knight's warhorse, an animal trained to stomp and kill men caught under their iron hooves. The horse of the cursed doppelganger was at least nineteen hands high and was pawing the ground. Both ears were lying back, and the stallion was bearing his teeth--a demonstration of hostility. Thank you, mom and dad, for the horseback riding lessons! The warning is loud and clear, halting my steps, and I begin to hum a lullaby softly. The horse's ears are now flicking back and forth, listening to the song. I take a small step forward and

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

I whispered, arching off the bed, breaths coming fast and shallow until I shattered, his name on my lips. The next lecture, I bombed the pop quiz on purpose. Scribbled nonsense and handed it in with a wink at the TA. Jake cornered me afterward in the hallway. “You’re killing it in class, Harper, but ditch the nerd shit. Come grind with me at the bar tonight.” His hand brushed my hip, warm and insistent. I felt the familiar pull… and shoved it down. “Tempting,” I said, eyes already on the real prize, “but I’m good.”