Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance

He scoffs then leans against the boards like we are old friends. "Tell me, Bailey, what exactly are you doing here? Since when do you care about hockey?" He asks. Of course he would ask that because to him, a woman like me can only care about baking and house chores. "Since I started dating a hockey player." I reply without missing a beat. My reply is made to annoy him,or I hope it does. "Dating." He says it like it's some twisted joke. "Is that what we're calling it?" My heart skips. Why is he talking like he knows something others don't?

I simply hadn't wanted another problem. But tonight was different. Tonight wasn't another training session. Tonight was the International Hockey Championship. The United States National Team was playing Canada for the championship. My eyes moved across the ice, searching for one particular person. Ryan. My heart gave a stupid little jump when I finally found him. He was standing near the other players, his helmet covering most of his face. Then, as if he could feel my eyes on him, he looked up. Our eyes met. My breath caught. For a few seconds, the noise around me disappeared. There was only him. Ryan lifted the corner of his lips. A smile. My cheeks immediately warmed. I quickly looked away

(Adeline’s POV) “Dwarf, hurry up!” Juan’s voice thundered from downstairs. Irritation laces every word. I rolled my eyes while struggling to clasp the back of my dress. It was already 7 p.m., and clearly, he was getting impatient. Let him wait. He was the one who dragged me to his hockey team’s victory celebration. I could’ve stayed home, ordered takeout, and watched trashy reality TV. Finally, done. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

Ryan's mother slowly folded her napkin before placing it neatly beside her plate. Then she turned toward her son.."Ryan, I don't understand." Her voice remained calm, almost gentle. "You're an Alpha, you're one of the most celebrated hockey players in the country, and people like you don't simply choose a partner. Every woman who stands beside you becomes a reflection of your name." She looked at me briefly before returning her attention to Ryan..“Marrying an ordinary girl with no pack, no title, and no influence will only bring you down."

“It’s… Ryder Hayes.” Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “The hockey player?” “That’s him.” I traced the edge of the table with my finger. “He keeps asking me to help him. Says he needs me.” “What kind of help?” “Tutoring. Kind of.” I hesitated, then added, “And… he wants me to be his fake girlfriend.” Mom’s knife paused mid-chop. “Fake girlfriend?” “Yeah. It’s stupid. But he says if I agree, it’ll help both of us. I’d get the scholarship I want, he’d fix his reputation.”

Hunter Sweat dripped into my eyes despite the fact that I was standing on ice. A smile curved my mouth as the scoreboard flashed red. Another score for us. I almost pitied our opponents for tonight. They didn't stand a chance. We were literally scrubbing the ice with them, but for the first time since I had fallen in love with hockey, my excitement wasn't just from winning. A part of me had been afraid that our synchrony during our team practices would be nowhere to be found during a real game, but tonight, Travis and i had truly moved as one from the first whistle blow. It was... Beautiful to say the least. And exhilarating.

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

“Did you see that, Marie? He told me he loved me.” “No. Ouch.” She pulled away and massaged her fingers. “He only winked at you. He does that all the time to his fans.” “No but this one was a very unique one.” I return my gaze to the hockey match, my eyes following every move Ajax makes. “He's so dreamy.” I smiled. “Eww! Stop drooling at my boyfriend.” The water bottle hit my head in a loud chunk and I whipped around to find Missy Cooper laughing with her friends.