Novelas y relatos de Stallion Series

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

The adviser was more concerned about how poor their treasury would become after such a wasteful purchase of expensive horses. Tristan stood in the center of a small round pen made of rough, gnarled logs. The lord watched the stallion prancing around him with a smile. Against the background of the evening sky, the gray-silver skin of the horse seemed to radiate a radiance. Tantario named this young half-breed Marble - a suitable name, given that the horse's skin had a light, pearlescent pink sheen. Tristan involuntarily remembered the leader of the herd. The young man thought that young Marble could well be a descendant of that proud, handsome man. At one and a half years old, he looked almos

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

She swallowed and obediently rose to follow the handmaiden to the next stall. A smaller brownish horse pranced eagerly within. In his stall positioned across from the racehorse, he had a front-row seat to the sexual antics that had just occurred. His excitement at being next had his heart racing. He lashed his tail and trotted a quick loop around his stall, nervous energy building. Just shy of his full-grown years, "the colt", as everyone still called him, only sported a twelve-inch cock, already fully erect and dripping with trailing strands of shimmering fluid. Zia entered the stall with Etta, placing a calming hand on the stallion's neck, whispering to calm the beast. His ear flicked as t

I no longer wonder if most of the waitresses like Dustan. "I don't have class today. It's over, but the king hasn't told me anything yet so I'm going for a walk first because I might not be able to do it next time," I answered him and I got closer to the horses. "Dustan, what breed are these horses?" "All I know is that they are all Arabian Stallions. Only the kingdom of Valeria has this breed," he answered me and stroked the horse's hair. "It's good that you're done with your studies. Stefano is eager to join you on their walks."

When they arrived all the hands were on deck to unload the horses. Cody made sure the most expensive horses got the bigger more prominent stalls, because as he said they were used to more luxurious surrounds. He said winning horses were an extension of most people’s families. The vet they had chosen was on hand and he had startling news for them, it seemed that one of the mares was in foal. Cody said he’d put in calls to try and find out who they had bred her with.