Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance

The precision of his movements, the controlled power in every stride, the effortless way he made elite level collegiate hockey look like a casual pickup game. I hate that remembering it makes my chest feel tight in ways I absolutely refuse to analyze or acknowledge. The hockey house buzzes with even more chaotic energy than the first party Americus successfully dragged me to several weeks ago. Music blares from professional grade speakers that probably cost more than my entire semester's textbook budget, lights strobe in patterns designed to induce mild sensory overload, and sweaty players fresh from post game showers move through the packed rooms like conquering heroes returning from succes

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

They whispered when they thought he wasn't listening. “Captain is extra pissed today.” “Probably still mad about the loss.” If only they knew the real reason. Across town, Jaxon was doing the exact same thing with the Storm Hawks. He skated up and down the ice like something was chasing him. His ankle still hurt a little from the game, but he ignored it. Every time he closed his eyes during breaks, he saw Zane's shocked face after the kiss. He kept waving it off. It was nothing… he thought. Just a stupid mistake, leftover anger from the game.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

Adrian leaned back slightly against the desk, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's stupid, right?" "It's not stupid" Elliot sighed softly before sitting at the edge of the bed. "Why do you want to play hockey?" Adrian shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because anytime I see you on the ice, you're always happy. I wanna be happy too" he said. Elliot scoffed lightly. "So hockey makes you happy?" he asked. "Maybe" Adrian replied. "How about we do this? Go think of what really makes you happy. This next time we have this talk, you'll tell me what really makes you happy" Elliot said.

“We’re something. You let me tattoo you. You called me daddy last night. That’s pretty official in my book.” “Shut up, I was dick-drunk and you know it,” I snapped, face burning as I leaned down to kiss him hard to make him stop talking. Our mouths moved together messy, tongues sliding, and I kept arguing between kisses. “I’m still playing hockey. End of discussion. You can be jealous all you want but I’m not quitting for you.” “Fine, play your little games,” he muttered against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “But this ass is still mine when you get home.”

She nods. “Always gets me, my heart is racing like crazy. Yours?” she asks. “So fast, honestly, I thought basketball which I usually cover was exciting but honestly, hockey is pure adrenalin.” This makes her laugh. “You can say that again, wait, he’s got the puck. Did you see Hawk’s play? That man is good.” Do I detect a bit of a liking for Alex’s wingman? “Are you and Hawk together?” She laughs at my question but does blush.

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”