Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance

God, those blue eyes did something to me. I was rounding up with my session when the door swung open and his teammates burst into the room. My breath caught in my throat. The last time I was in a room with boys from a hockey team, I was cornered and made fun of. The room suddenly felt too small and the off white walls seemed to be closing in on me. Their loud voices drained the thoughts in my head. “Hey.” Adam grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?” I stared at him through opaque eyes and nodded stiffly.

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

It was filthy, slightly gross, but so unbelievably hot that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Ryder leaned up over me, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn't care—I kissed him back with desperate intensity, tangling my hands in his dark hair. He rolled us over to the other side of his massive king-sized bed. “Come here,” he murmured softly, gripping the hem of his hockey jersey. He pulled the shirt up over my head, leaving my bare breasts completely exposed to his heavy gaze. I didn't even feel embarrassed—my mind was still swimming in the aftermath of my climax.

I looked down to my body, I was naked! And a man's….arm was around me!, I gasped, I just gave my first time to a stranger. He was facing the other side,I tried to move his hand, so I could at least see the face of the man I slept with. He turned, as I moved his hand, I frowned, when I noticed his face. Holy cow! This…person… Is Victor rival and enemy. Is the NHL hockey capital! Is the heir to a powerful family. “Shit!,”

“I’ll be fucking honored, Hayes.” The ring slid onto my finger and then he cupped my wet face in both hands before leaning in to kiss me. Deeply and wholly and stupidly perfect in front of five thousand screaming fans. If anyone had ever told me Dorian, the guy who hated me would be mine forever, I would never have believed it. Dorian pucked me hard, figuratively and literally and showed me love beyond my imagination. Enough with the hockey puns. I love my Redhead. Thank you for reading and enjoying my love story.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans. Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough. Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture. At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the toilet. Which is exactly why I need Summer to tutor me. No matter what it takes. He makes his way through the crowd, and people part for him automatically. Richard Ashford, former NHL legend, current billionaire sports agent. Everyone knows who he is.

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

Sebastian said. Damian almost smiled. "I'm a hockey player. Romance isn't my strong suit." "Your strong suit is checking people into boards." "And scoring goals." "And looking good in a jersey." "And—" Damian stopped. He looked at Sebastian. At the man who had made a blood oath on his father's grave. At the man who had taught an eight-year-old how to stand up. At the man who had held him in an abandoned rink while he fell apart. "I love you," Damian said. "I want to marry you because I love you. The hockey is just a bonus."

"Zane is the Beta heir, Al. He’ll handle whatever pack duties come next for the Vance family. But Roman... Roman is the Greyson heir. The second his dad steps down, Roman takes the Alpha throne. The pack expects him to choose a high-ranking Luna. If your scent changes tonight and he doesn’t notice..." "Roman is my best friend," I interrupted, my chest tightening. "He looks at me like a kid sister, Sarah. Besides, you've seen the tabloids. The man changes women faster than he changes his hockey tape. He’s not looking for a mate. He's enjoying the fame." A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the crowd below. My eyes instantly locked onto a chaotic scuffle breaking out near the goal crease. A