Someday Stables Novels & Stories

She took in laborers, and reopened the ruined business of her husband. Fortune was smiling at May, for soon enough, she had a man calling who was an owner of a large piece of land which he wanted to sell. He had a little stadium on this land called Stallion Yard, which was steadily gaining popularity as many who wished to race came over for practice. The man’s name was Lucas Openshaw. It was absurd to May that someone with a rising business would want to sell it off. She smelt a rat.

The late July sun hung low over the rolling fields of Willow Creek Farm, turning the tall grass gold and the air thick with the scent of cut hay, warm earth, and horse sweat. The day’s lessons were done; most of the boarders had already loaded their trailers and left. Only one horse remained in the outdoor arena—a big bay warmblood named Titan, still damp from his cooldown bath, ears flicking lazily as flies danced around him.

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

she asked. “Bacon,” he repeated. “That pig of yours is going to be bacon by the time I’m through with him.” She tossed the blanket over one of the stall gates. “It’s just as much Bee’s fault.” Rebel shook his head at her before waving a hand at all of them in dismissal. “Out. All of you, out of my stables.” Hope let out a disappointed wail. “But what about Martha and Ollie’s—” “Tomorrow.” Rebel removed his Stetson and raked his fingers through his

I was half tempted to go and wake Adrian up for more spite-sex. I was also well aware that I might not be handling my emotions well. Adrian stumbled into the room around three in the afternoon. “My sleep schedule is fucked now.” He said. “How are you settling in?” “This room is nice.” I said. “I haven’t left it.” “You should. When the sun sets, I can show you around, see if we can find you a job. What did you do with the werewolves?” “I was a stable hand.” “We’ve got horses. They’re expensive to keep but they can bring in a lot of money. I think the dressage team is looking for another rider.”

The stables were on the far end of the grounds, tucked behind the orchards where sunlight dappled the earth in gold and green. I didn't mean to go there. At least, that's what I told myself. But my feet had a mind of their own. The scent of hay and horse filled the air, warm and familiar. It was a place untouched by court politics and fake smiles. I found him there. Xavier. Bent over a restless stallion, soothing it with soft murmurs and firm hands. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms corded with strength. His hair fell over his brow, wild and untamed.

I already made a list on my notepad. - Penthouse Apartment - Gourmet food - Weekend getaway - Car Gas - Beauty spa - Weekly therapy - Tennis - Horse riding - Stable for Princess - Princess I finally cried when I thought about Princess. She had been there for me throughout my teens up to today. I need to sell my horse and ended the lease on her stable. So I decided to call Lucy at the Stable, telling her that I wanted to meet with her, and talk about selling Princess. She didn't sound surprised. Damn! She must've heard, about my parents also. Their friends hang on the same club, that houses the stables.

"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."

“What pack is he the head of? I do not think that I have ever heard of him before.” “The Red River Pack. He’s a nobody. You will not have to worry about him anymore.” Cain pats my arm gently as we approach the stables. “I think I will stay out here if you do not mind. I find the horses… unsettling.” “Of course,” I grin up at him and push the barn doors open. I glance behind me, and Cain is sitting up against the outside of the stable playing on his phone.

“Sure, but we won't stay after the sun goes down. And we will stay in the paddock, no trails in the forest.” He glared at Harry whose grin widened as he jumped happily. “Promise! Promise!” “Wow, you really want to ride the horses today,” I said, seeing the child-like excitement in his eyes. “YES! Lucas even promised me that he would ride with me, but dad called and he's busy now.” He sounded disappointed. “Anyway, you guys are much better companions than him.” He led the way towards the stables, and as we approached, the soft, familiar scent of hay and leather filled the air. We didn't go to peddocks like the last time, this time we were making our way towards the front of the stable.