Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance

Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances.

The room quieted because that's what rooms did when someone held a microphone – they listened, even when they shouldn't. "Yo, I just wanna give a shoutout to our boys on the hockey team. Best season in years. Captain Caleb holding it down–" Cheers. Whooping. Caleb raising his beer with a modest smile. "–and the new guy, Maddox, who's been scoring on AND off the ice apparently." Laughter. My stomach tightened. "But real talk–" Derek grinned. Scanned the room. Found me. "Is the hockey transfer actually dating the captain's leftovers? Because bro, that's not a flex. That's a hand-me-down."

The lighting made it look incredibly intimate. ​"The media is loving us," Ethan explained as I stared at the screen. "Our chemistry, the look, all of it. They think we're the next big sports IT-couple. Look at the comments." ​ I scrolled down reluctantly. He wasn't lying. The internet was losing its mind over the mysterious girl next to the NHL’s golden boy. ​"Okay, but I don't really follow," I said, handing the phone back to him as a strange knot formed in my stomach. I hated the idea of my face being plastered across social media. "We aren't a thing."

Hailey's pov I stepped into the changing room, the sound of victory still echoing through the hockey hall. My chest heaved as I let out a shaky breath, imagining the warmth of the water waiting for me. I slipped out of the hockey grounds and headed straight into the female showers. The moment the warm water slid down my body, my tense muscles loosened one by one. It had been a long, brutal game, and I was relieved we came out victorious. I could still hear people chanting Roy’s name—our captain, the golden boy, leading the school to another win. This meant everything for his career.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

"He shouldn't have put his mouth on yours. Listen carefully, I hate Brian. I hate this hockey team. And I especially dislike Jayden." My eyebrows lift. "Why?" "Because I don't trust hockey players." "Seems like you've made up your mind about them." "Your boyfriend is a hockey player." "Ex-boyfriend." "Exactly." I can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately. "Look," she says more softly. "Maybe he's a decent guy. He just shouldn't hurt you. And... I gotta go. I love you so much. Text me okay?" I nod. "I love you."

She was a twenty-year-old nursing student who knew absolutely nothing about the brutal politics of college hockey, the toxic locker room culture, or the fact that my boyfriend had just killed a man in the woods. To her, I was just Jules, the quiet transfer student with a bad wrist and a mysterious ankle monitor. She didn't judge the plastic bracelet; she just asked if it chafed and offered to buy me anti-friction cream. She was my anchor to a reality that didn't involve blood, snow, and psychotic coaches, and I was desperately clinging to her. "Thanks, Allie," I murmured, taking a sip of the coffee and forcing a small smile. "And yeah, I think my brain is officially mush. I've been staring a

"Hello, sir. My apologies for the inconvenience. I didn't know the room situation would be so… stressful for the Alpha." Mr. Darius's eyes widened a little. "You… you two know each other?" Riven opened his mouth to say something, but I was faster. I just smiled, a simple, disarming smile. "Yes, sir. We just met today. But we’re teammates on the hockey team. He's my captain, so..." Mr. Darius’s face brightened immediately. "Oh! That's wonderful! That's even better! This is a good thing then! You two can get to know each other better as teammates. Riven, I think this is solved then!"