Best Books On Hockey Novels & Stories

she said, setting down her bag and reaching for her clipboard. Ryder leaned against the doorway, a faint smirk on his lips. “Friendly as ever,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. His eyes flicked to Carson, then back at her. Mila felt a flush rise to her cheeks but kept her gaze steady. The first few drills passed in tense silence. Carson’s gaze followed movement, and adjustment Mila made, every word she spoke to the players. His comments were layered with subtle criticism. “Your wrist placement on the hockey stick isn’t correct—muscle alignment matters.”

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

“They’re just finishing up the group shots. Rhett’s been… cooperative enough.” I followed his gaze, and the world tilted. Out there, gliding easily across the rink with his team, was Rhett Voss. Full hockey gear clung to him like a second skin—shoulder pads, jersey, gloves, the sharp gleam of his helmet tucked under one arm. His dark hair was damp, his jaw shadowed, his shoulders impossibly broad beneath the gear. He wasn’t the tallest of the men out there, but it didn’t matter. He commanded space without asking. Without trying.

She saluted, and we both laughed. I walked back to the desk and picked up one of Benjamin’s files, flipping it open without interest. “Now,” I continued, my tone shifting. “Tell me everything that’s been happening online in the world of hockey.” Shula’s expression changed instantly. The softness disappeared, replaced with focus. That was why I chose her. “It’s bad,” she said bluntly. “Very bad for Canada. But neutral for the United States.” I raised a brow slightly. “Neutral for the United States? Canada and the USA are rivals, when things are bad for them, aren't things supposed to be great for us?”

Have fun but not too much. Have a good read. Read with caution. Anna was my best friend. She lived across the street with her sexy brother, Reid. I’ve known Anna since kindergarten even though she doesn’t know I have a huge crush on her brother Reid. Reid was a hockey player who had a hot body. He would always come back sweaty and would hop into the shower. I most times imagined what he looked like without the clothes.

“Jesus Christ, you’re really pushing it.” I leaned back against the bench slowly, ignoring the dull ache that immediately shot through my shoulder. Coach watched me quietly for a moment. I shrugged carelessly even though pain immediately shot through my shoulder from the movement. Nothing mattered more than staying on the ice. Not the constant exhaustion chewing through me lately. Hockey was the only thing in my life that still felt like mine. “I’m serious, Mason. Nobody can find out how this actually is.” Coach then voiced out. I looked at him flatly. “You think I’m stupid enough to announce it?”

What exactly was so important that he had to hide it in there? Giving up on the safe, my attention shifted to a small library in the corner of the room. Unlike the dominating rows of business and law books—which made perfect sense considering he was the heir to the Vance empire—there was one bottom shelf filled with worn-out covers. They were hockey textbooks and strategy guides from when Ryder was in high school. I pulled out a thick hardcover book on the history of ice hockey with a faint smile, imagining how the ice-cold Ryder could be so obsessed with this sport since his teenage years.

"For the last time, I'm not trying to commit any sort of crime. They're just freshly baked cupcakes. For you." Spencer gives me a look of disdain, but I'm not discouraged. It'd be hard to ruin my mood on a day like today. Bright morning sunlight floods through the enormous glass windows of the sleek Prime Sports office. Outside, I can just see the blue glint of the harbor, and the pops of burned orange and gold leaves on the tree lined streets. It's fall. The best time of year. Fall means hockey season. "These are definitely poisoned." Spencer leans back further in his desk chair, folding his arms across his navy Sports Bro Puffer Vest. His blond hair is gelled back in that way that screams

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

I asked and he stepped in, dropping his laptop on the desk. I sighed before closing the door behind me and returning to the desk. He played a video and I could feel the hairs on my skin raising as I watched the video. It showed evidence and the list of the coaches and players who had been flagged as invalid and banned. I swallowed hard, looking towards Kelvin. He looked equally nervous as he spoke. "It might get to you." He said. I paused, running my hand through my hair as I paced the room. Everyone in that list that had been removed all had serious issues to their name, I had none but who knew whether those crimes were true or fabricated.