Peeta The Horse Is Here Novels & Stories

We didn't go to peddocks like the last time, this time we were making our way towards the front of the stable. My eyes immediately fell on Ginger, her chestnut coat shining in the sunlight as she stood quietly near the stable entrance. Next to her was a sleek white horse that seemed familiar. “That’s Pegasus, right?” I asked Harry, recalling the name he had mentioned when I saw the horse. Harry nodded, patting the horse on the neck with a fond smile. “Yep, my faithful friend here is Pegasus. Right, baby?” Pegasus didn't react, he kept eating the grass and keeping to himself.

- Devin asks and I shake my head I’ve never done it before and I honestly think I would be rubbish at it. Devin starts to get the horse ready and after a while I had pat a couple of them and even got attracted by a big white one. “That’s Pegasus” - he says patting the horse. “He is beautiful” - I say

I look at him. "She is beautiful. Honestly, if you put a horn on this horse she could pass as a unicorn", I slowly stroke her body, she is perfect. "She is an Andalusian horse, Jaguar is a Friesian horse and fish, well fish is a fish" I laugh shaking my head, he is far from a fish, and Jaguar is beautiful and black, he reminds me of the story black beauty. "Okay Fish is a Knabstrupper, I had hoped MJ would look at the spots and call him Dalmatian, spot, but no he got fish" I laugh, the horse is unusual I have never seen a horse with spots.

“This is not real. This can’t be true.” I nearly jumped out of my wheelchair. “You own horses too!? What the actual fuck! Take me closer! Take me closer!” I practically yelled, excitement bubbling out of me as the sound of horses neighing reached my ears. Kellan chuckled. “Isn’t this excitement a bit too much… for horses?”

I could only guess that the horse belonged to Seth. “His name is Neul.” Seth materialized behind me, nearly causing me to jump. “He's the fastest horse in all of Farindoria.” He walked over to the horse and stroked his mane. “He's beautiful.” That I could say honestly. Neul looked like a true king's horse, looking surely more noble than the asshole who was about to climb on his back. Correcting the smile on my face, I turned to Seth. “How far are we going?”

All the ambassadors, ministers and noblemen rose to their feet in respect. The king was getting ready for the round. His servants clipped out his cape and decked out the suit. Renai looked at him with an unwavering breath. His horse was being fetched by a guard. The moment her eyes landed on that horse, she forgot to breathe. It was Pegasus. Their horse. Suddenly, all the memories with it flashed back. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reminisced sweet memories with this white animal.

But when the owner of the race course offered them a free tourism experience of the place, that is when things got riveting. Melissa kept sticking next to Oneil while inviting him to interact with the choicest horses from the stables to the field. Melissa was supposed to recommend an Arabian horse named Damian the Magnificent but the staff informed her that someone is already designated to have this horse today. “I’m sorry for that Oneil. I’ll recommend another,” Melissa said and they headed to the further parts of the stables where more horses are ready for the call of the daybreak. Melissa was a few more steps away from Oneil.

“In case you’re too lazy to walk?” He laughed. “Maybe we can fuck in the elevator.” I hit him in the arm playfully. “You’re so dirty.” At the corner, there was a door. He pulled it open. “Oh, my God.” My jaw dropped. When he said he loved the patio deck, I wasn’t expecting the view over the horizon to be spectacular with tall trees from a distance, like somewhere in a forest or a ranch. “Are those horses?” There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black.

Hazel gasped with shock and fright when the door to the house opened and she saw before her a weird-looking, mythical animal. It was a horse but it reminded her of Pegasus and the horse's black beauty. The horse's coat was pitch black, blacker than black itself and the coat cast a gleam in the darkness. It also had wings that spanned almost eight feet wide and they were the same color as its coat. The horse looked both beautiful and terrifying at the same time and Hazel had to admit that it was the most beautiful thing she had said her eyes on. "Persia!" Raglan called out and the horse turned to him and neighed loudly.

Michael lowly admitted. “What do you mean she’s in the hospital? What the fuck happened? Tell me which hospital you are at.” “We’re at Methodist South.” “I’m on my way now. I should get there in a little under an hour with traffic. What happened, Michael?” “We were at the Caldwell Farm, and we were examining horses. After we were done, we decided to take a ride, and Onyx bucked her off.” “Wait a fucking minute. You let her ride Onyx of all horses? What the fuck were you thinking?! Seriously, how fucking irresponsible can you be?!” I shouted into the phone.