Western Short Stories Novels & Stories

I had never asked him where he came from. Is the West not the same place the lab guy confirmed the healing balms come from? Everything was coming at me all at once. My legs seemed wobbly now. I managed to sit on the bed, looking intensely at the paper in my hand as my brain spun with thoughts. I reached for my phone, typing furiously. “Everything I need to know about the Western Pack.” And just like that, everything that concerned the West popped up. I scrolled, going from one page to another, but… nothing was interesting.

The invitation was a sliver of black cardstock, embossed with a single, silver wolf in profile. No address, just a set of GPS coordinates and a time. For Bella, it was an irresistible mystery, a whisper of something far removed from her structured life of spreadsheets and software code. She followed the directions to a converted warehouse in a silent part of the industrial district, her heart a steady, anticipatory drum against her ribs.

Whatever. Better than fingering myself raw to the thought of Ryan balls-deep in that eyebrow bitch. I dragged on tight leggings that hugged my soaked cunt and a sports bra that barely contained my tits, then drove to Whiterock Canyon looking like freshly fucked roadkill. Eight of us in the lot at dawn. The guide, Patti, paired us up. "Naomi. You're with Caleb." He stepped forward and my hungover pussy clenched so hard I nearly moaned.

You deserve someone who stays. He hit send before he could overthink it. Then he closed the laptop and felt like he was going to throw up. The next morning he woke to a notification. **VesperVixen replied to your message:** **VesperVixen:** That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me in a long time. Thank you. Really. Where are you from, quietreader? Noah stared at the message for ten full minutes. Then he typed back. **quietreader87:** A small town by the coast. Two hours from the city. You wouldn’t know it.

"The western territories may have cities with Warden gifts that have not been identified. People who have been staying places they cannot leave. People whose work has an unusual quality of warmth in it. People the pack has been describing as attached to their location in ways they cannot account for." She is quiet. "Anomalous residents," she says. "Yes," I say. "The same way anomalous cities," she says. "Yes," I say. She breathes in. "I will conduct a review," she says. "Of the western territories. Every stationed wolf who filed a report about an unusual person rather than an unusual place." She pauses. "They have been there the whole time." "Yes," I say. "In the reports we filed and did not

For the first time all night, Dodge tore his eyes away from Cassidy and out the cracked window; if the man's name she was looking for started with a ‘W’ then they weren’t looking for the same man. “Weston.” Cassidy confirmed. “His name is Weston Deacon, comes from out South, and has a way of touchin’ things that ain’t his.” Ruby scoffed. “No shit, the bastard touched these babies.” Ruby palmed her dark violet covered large breasts. “And Weston sounds about right, but he had two others… A woman and a man-” “The man.” Cassidy interrupted Ruby harshly, thinking nothing of it as her own hands grew cold. “What did he look like?”

Forever. End of book 36

But Jake shot blind from the hip, with the sun in his eyes to boot, and hit the bandit right in the Adam’s apple, a thing not likely to occur more than once in a lifetime, i that often But it was Jake’s luck that most of the men who saw him make the shot were raw boys too, with not enough judgment t appreciate how lucky a thing it was. Those that survived and grew up told the story all across the West, so there wa hardly a man from the Mexican border to Canada who hadn’t heard what a dead pistol shot Jake Spoon was, though an

The weekend started like any other visit to my best friend Laura’s house, but I already knew it was going to end with me dripping wet and desperate. I pulled my car into their long driveway just after sunset, the big white house glowing under the porch lights. Laura and her husband Alex had been married for eight years, and every time I came over I told myself I was just here to see my gurl. Bullshit because My body had other plans. I hadn’t been properly fucked in months, and the second I stepped out of the car the warm night air kissed my skin like a promise.

CHAPTER 1 It was a beautiful late spring afternoon as I was rolling down I-80 across the endless Nevada desert, headed for California. My truck was purring like a well-fed lion as those 18 wheels chewed up the miles in the warm afternoon sun. I had been on the road now for 23 days without seeing home. Home, if you want to call it that, was a one bedroom apartment, nice but spartan. I didn't need much since I spend a lot of time on the road. Truck stop showers and mini-marts are my amenities, an occasional motel if the truck breaks leaving me grounded for a few days. A lonely life but it has its perks. I love to drive. Best of all, I get to see this big beautiful country and get paid for doin