Someday Stables Novels & Stories

He practically asked him to do business with them. Damn, billionaires. These were her stables, let’s see if he can stay if she doesn’t want him to. “Welcome back to Beaumont Equestrian Center.”, Celine said with false cheer. “See you around.”, she said and walked off directly to the office to figure out how the hell this happened.

It was already time to prep the horses for the Prince's departure to his soon-to-be bride's mansion somewhere up north. I was one of the faceless stable hands in the vast stables of the Campbell palace, just like my brother, cousins, and uncle were. Like the stalls I cleaned, my life held a predictable monotony... hay, hooves, and the occasional fleeting memory of a carefree life with my parents before it fell apart.

There wasn't any other available vehicle since Heron had taken the sports car; he must have been given a task by Senyor Saturnino. It turned out that the horse stable was quite far from the estate. We passed by fields of rice, which seemed vast. Lazarus mentioned that we could have walked the distance from the estate to the horse stable, but he didn't want to because of the heat and dust. When we arrived at the location of the horse stable, I was left speechless. There were at least two stables, each consisting of ten stalls. One stable was for male horses, or stallions. They would use the stallions for breeding.

Sage’s POV The next morning, Tracy dragged me to the stables before I could sit with another pile of reports. He said I looked too serious and needed fresh air, but I knew he was also trying to stop me from thinking about Aleric’s warning from the party. I needed a place where no one would talk about partnerships, rumors, Sophia, or Aleric. Riding a horse sounded better than sitting in my office and staring at numbers until my head hurt. The stables were outside the city, near a wide training field used by several packs. The air smelled of grass, leather, and horses. Tracy jumped down from the car first and stretched both arms over his head.

Anne's hand tightened on his arm as they reached the stable doors. Cedric paused, sweeping his cane over the threshold to determine if he had clear access before he ushered her inside. "Their sire was the famous Firestorm. The two mares I have are called Winter's Heart and Autumn's Flame. I've been calling them Heart and Flame." Anne held her breath in excitement as Cedric counted the stalls, his cane tapping lightly on each stall door they passed. Inquisitive equine faces poked out of the wooden enclosures. Cedric set his cane against one particular stall door. "Ahh, this should be Winter's Heart."

Well, if Dyllen wasn’t ignoring him and had the good humour enough to wave, then whatever had him worried couldn’t be too bad. Any last threads of anxiety over Dyllen left him and he followed his friend with a much lighter step. “Hey, sorry to have you both come so early,” Lejend said apologetically as he strode over to meet them once they entered the stables. It was warm inside, if a little stuffy, and smelt overwhelmingly of horse and manure. The quiet beta led them over to a horse stationed near the entrance, no doubt in anticipation of their arrival.

Cadee asked with a tear-streaked face, "Do you happen to be the owner of the saddle company that Stacy is interested in?" "Yes, Cadee, that's my company," she responds with confidence when asked about the "Sitting Pretty" saddle. "Dad says, 'Austin, the social media posts will be down today.'" "Thank you, Sir. Our business is now concluded, and you won't have to deal with any more Mowery’s," she said looking to Carrington in a polite tone. Then she turned towards my sister.

“I'm sorry what was it you said again. I am certain I am lost, he said to no one in particular. Surely whoever had issued the question would feel obliged to answer now. A grin surfaced on Lord Romley's face. “I said I hope you have somewhere in mind. Perhaps a place so farfetched, he indicated with his hand. “Somewhere we can take a swing at a horse. Have been itching to do so since I came here.” Short barked guffaws penetrated into the air, and a few of the men clapped Romley on the back. “I couldn't have agreed more, a low voice said. It was lord Tiverton. “My good friend here tells me you have one of the best stables around. Why don't you show us to your horses heh?”

Not with all those wolves around. Layton also told Esme that Stephanie was also there with Suki at the stables. Either Kobe is imagining things or Swifty is actually here. I follow Kobe, now needing to know myself. Esme and Layton spent their lives caring for those horses. We have as well. They allow families to ride and run together. “It’s best to check.” Kobe tells me. We ran a short distance. Then my heart races. Oh, my goddess. Swifty is here. “The stables, get to the stables!” Esme screams at me.

Leaning against the barn's open carriage doors, Nate crossed his arms. "Things seem to be going well with Amy. Why do you look irritated?" Nakos gave a last pat for Midnight, their three-year-old stallion, and closed the stall. Unsure how to answer, he searched the expanse behind the ex-soldier as if the land might provide answers.