Western Cowboy Books Novels & Stories

"One of the ladies outside told me he occupied this room. Am I in the right place?" "My price depends on the service you want to ask me." I propose to her before I lock my eyes on hers. "how much can you afford to unfold someone's truth and...?" I could not help but cut off my words when for the very first time in history, my wolf found someone as pure as her. Pure in a way that my eyes could barely read what was running through her mind. In a blink of an eye, I can read everyone's secrets, but with this woman in front of me, her eyes were similar to an empty can.

I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. If Cindy noticed, she said nothing as she chatted away about things girls chatted about; minus the boys. I quickly learned that we not only both enjoyed horseback riding, but we had similar taste in books, television, and movies. By the time we’d reached the end of the trail, I was over my embarrassment and feeling like I had a new bestie.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

“It’s all I want to be. In fact, I don’t even want to be a psychic. I just want to write books and enjoy life.” “Then, we’ll do our best to make sure things stay that way,” Noah said with conviction. “Oscar and Kenzie will focus on finding and tagging the lone wolves with record speed and I’ll try to stop by while they’re gone to check on you. Snow will be your constant companion.” I looked at Snow and shuddered. “Give him a chance,” Kenzie softly said. “I’ll bet that, once you move past the fact that he’s a wolf that lives in the wild, he’s really sweet.”

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

Hakan just nodded at her and smiled, placing his book back before standing up and offering his hand for Skye. Skye took it with a smile, her books safely tucked under her arm as she brushed away the dust on her clothes. They made their way to the cashier and this time it was Hakan who paid for the books because Skye was distracted once more with the fictional novel she was reading. Hakan didn’t mind though and carefully guided Skye back to his car.

“Get word to the Western front. Tell them to fortify, now, if this is a distraction, we’re already a step behind. The young wolf nodded and vanished into the fray. Richard looked back at the battlefield, breath fogging the frozen air. The night wasn’t over, but now, he knew the truth. This wasn’t a war tactic. It was an assassination attempt. *** By dawn, the scent of blood had already begun to taint the winds in the West. Unlike the North, where snowfall softened the horror, the western skies were cloudless and cruel, painted with fire. The attack came, not as a siege, but as culling. The settlements along the edge of the western valley were the first to fall. Half-bloods emerged from the p

As I glanced around the library, my fingers traced the spine of each book my hands touched. "Help me, Teresa," "With what? What book?" "A book about the West," "Well if it's about the West. What better way to know about it other than from a person who lives there? I'm a Westerner," I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," "What do I don't understand? You're being difficult, Amethyst," I came to a sudden halt, causing Teresa to nearly bump into me from behind. "I'm discussing a narrative from a distinct viewpoint—a perspective recounting tales from the West, not your own," I clarified.

Neither option comforted me, but being the White Wolf wasn't about comfort. I would have to speak with Axton first to hear what he has to say about it. His perspective had a way of grounding me, even when I didn't want to admit it. Once I got home, I grabbed the books Axton had brought me and carefully went through them one after another. The pages were old and smelled faintly like dust and pine, probably a result of being kept in the library for decades. I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings