Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance Novels

Just the soft hiss of snow against the window and the steady, hollow beat of my own heart. At the rink he was already on the ice when I arrived, but he never looked over. He ran his usual edge work at the far end, precise and remote, as if the girl he had claimed against the glass and then begged to own him no longer existed in the same building. During drills he corrected other players. He called for more speed, tighter gaps, better sticks. My name never left his mouth. When our paths crossed he adjusted his line by the smallest fraction so that the space between us remained exact and unbroken. I hated him for it.

One headline appeared at the top of my screen, and my stomach dropped when I saw the words beside our photograph. SEVEN CALLOWAY AND MIKKA ROWAN: MORE THAN JUST HOCKEY? Another notification appeared before I could even open the first one. PHOTO OF SEVEN AND MIKKA SPARKS FRESH ROMANCE RUMORS. Mikka leaned closer, looking at my phone, and her face went pale. "It's already online?" I swallowed. "Yeah."

The phone buzzed on my kitchen counter like a bomb going off at five in the morning. I grabbed it fast, still half asleep from the night skate with Kade. The headline on the sports blog hit me like a slap shot to the chest. "EXCLUSIVE: Blurred Photos Show Two Toronto Blades Players in Steamy Alley Kiss." The pictures were grainy and dark but you could make out two guys in team hoodies, bodies close, mouths locked. My heart slammed hard. I dialed Kade right away.

Williams just took it. "You need to end the hockey game!" Mariam screamed, her voice cracking with pure rage. She stepped into his space, her chest heaving, pointing a manicured finger at his chest. "Stop playing hockey! It is affecting our marriage! You care more about that stupid puck and the Blackwood Alphas than your own pack. Than me!" Well, that was the excuse she gave for today's violence. Every day had its own reason. Yesterday, it was because he returned from the pack borders too late. The day before, it was because he hadn't tasted the dinner she ordered the cooks to make.

“I kissed him… no. He kissed me. I think. Oh my god. I don’t know.” “WHO. TELL ME WHO BEFORE I DIE.” I bit my lip hard. “Dominic.” Dead silence. Then she screamed. Like, actually screamed. “DOMINIC LAKES?! LIKE… DOMINIC DOMINIC?! THE HOCKEY PLAYER?! THE BAD BOY WHO LOOKS LIKE SIN??” “Yes!” I hissed into the phone. “Shut up before my whole street hears you.” “Tell me everything. Right now. Or I’ll come over there and drag it out of you.”

They’re total opposites, but if I didn’t know they’ve nearly beat each other’s brains out on the ice more than once, I’d swear they are brothers. It won’t take long before the paparazzi start snapping pictures and fans start crowding around, screaming, filming, and posting. Werewolf clans may have kept themselves buried from the human world, hidden in plain sight…But these two? Valen and Reid? Even humans know them. The best hockey players to ever exist. Their names were everywhere, sports blogs, tabloid articles, magazine covers. Just enough glamor to distract from the beast underneath. I’m still trying to get air back into my lungs when it happens, squeals and screeches surround us.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Even in the darkness, he was still the most attractive man I had ever known. "Well, I'll let the hockey team know that you won't be ready this season, but maybe next year," he joked, holding me for a moment longer than necessary before letting go. My heart fluttered in my chest, and I hoped it was dark enough he couldn't see the blush burning on my cheeks. "I think I'm done for a little while. Besides, the fireworks are supposed to start soon," I said trying to regain my composure. I knew if I stayed out on the ice with him, I would fall on purpose just so he would catch me.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."