Slow Horses Mga Nobela at Kwento

But unlike him, the horse smelled better. He sat behind me and pulled the strings of the horse. I have no choice but to clench his forearms due to the sudden movement. The horse ran like lightning. This is not the first time I have ridden a horse, but that was very slow compared to this pace. The horse turned several times on the tents, which caused chaos to the people. They are going out of our horse's way, but it resulted in the destruction of some tents. Rose petals and bubbles scattered on the road. Good thing, the horse seems like it doesn’t bother and find this thrilling. I looked back and saw River behind us; he is riding the other horse. Behind him are the knights who are chasing us.

Nicole took the reins from Ronnie, but she had no intention of taking the horse away and still kept it for Ronnie, only now it was hers. "Great." Ronnie guffawed as he grasped Nicole's intention. "What's his name?" Nicole asked Ronnie as she petted the horse. "Pinto, because it has a ring of white on each leg and runs as fast as the wind, much like the ride of the hegemon king back in the day," Ronnie said. "Pinto, nice name." Nicole liked the name. "Go out and try it. Spend more time with Pinto first, talk to him more, and feed him some food, and he will be more docile once he knows you," Uncle Ronnie said.

Angela smiled, “Perfect and today, I would like to go horseback riding with you. We can tour the immediate town and the fields around it.” Jenna gulped. She had never been horseback riding before. Angela smiled, “You have never ridden a horse?” Jenna shook her head, “That’s okay. It’s easy. We can take it slow.” She turned to Richard, “Can she ride midnight? I think midnight has the perfect temperament.” King Richard smiled, “Of course, dear. Whatever you want. Midnight is the calmest.”

she said, and Great Madame came over to her and kissed her. "Come on, count backwards from three!" shouted Mr. Kusuma. Three, Two, One Jeeeeng.... One tug Amelia opened the satin, and what the underneath was, HORSE! A shiny dark brown horse standing proudly in an iron-barred box. Imported horse, which must have more than seven digits. Amelia screamed with joy! "Alberto!" ***

"Fine, but I'm coming with you." As we made our way to the stables, the landscape unfolded into vast, rolling hills. The moon cast a soft glow on the expansive lands, adding an ethereal touch to the night. The stables were a haven of rustic charm, the scent of hay and the sound of horses nickering filling the air. Davis, his skepticism fading, spoke with surprising enthusiasm about the different horses housed in the stables. "These are magnificent creatures, each with its personality," he explained, a passion in his voice that caught me off guard. "This one here, Thunder, he's spirited but gentle. And that over there is Midnight, swift as the wind."

I can’t believe that in just a few weeks the girls will be at the ranch with me. Ben, my trainer has picked two horses for Immi and I, one is a beautiful dark almost chocolate brown with a silky pale mane, the biggest brown eyes with long lashes I ever did see. Her name is Maple and it suits her. The other horse is black as the night without any moonlight or stars to light it up. Her name is Darkness, her mane and tail are ebony and those dark eyes of hers, well they sure have reeled me in. She will be my horse and Immi will have Maple.

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.

Alpha Conan’s POV The horses whinnied softly as we entered the palace stables. Warm air, thick with the scent of hay, leather, and animal musk, wrapped around us, chasing away the chill of dawn. The torches flickered along the wooden walls, casting gentle shadows over the horses in their stalls. Henry’s small hand tightened around mine, his excitement trembling through his little fingers. “Which one do you want to see first, buddy?” I asked, bending down to meet his sleepy eyes.

Damon ran a lap but ended up stopping next to her. Walking side by side with her horse on the track. Aurora rode very slowly, and Damon’s speed also became very slow. She was a little annoyed. "Will you stop following me? Go away.” Damon bristled, "I told this horse to go, but it wouldn’t." Aurora also noticed it. Both horses slowed down as they came together. There was also an occasional exchange between them. The trainer walked over and said with a smile, "These two actually have a connection and we refer to them as a couple, Romeo and Juliet, they're usually like this."

She wasn't trying to impress anyone today. "I’m so glad you came, Willow," Matthew said, pulling her into a warm hug. "I’ve missed my favorite honorary sister." "It’s good to see you too, Matthew." The race began with a thunderous roar of hooves. The crowd was on its feet. The competition narrowed down to two horses: a fiery red stallion named Jordan and a sleek, midnight-black mare named Cage. "Go, Jordan!" Blair screamed, actually on the same side as Willow for once.