Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance Novels

I watched her settle into the familiar routine of normal work, her fingers tapping across the keys, and some of the tension ease out of her shoulders as she became focused on something that had absolutely nothing to do with elders or ledgers or fifty-year old conspiracies. I made us both real breakfast this time, actual eggs instead of my usual attempt at them, and for an hour the apartment felt almost like it was home, almost like two college students with normal problems except for the two people caught right in the middle of something that kept expanding the longer we tried to understand the edges of it. "How's the article coming," I asked, sliding a plate in front of her. "Better than I

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

As he descended the stairs, Lyon looked at the rippling muscle of Viktor’s frame and thought of a few unprofessional things he might like to order the goalie to do, too. He found a pair of skates and a stick. The pack gave them a wide berth, watching with predatory curiosity. Lyon stepped onto the ice, shivering slightly, but his heart was racing too fast for the cold to take hold. It was time for his secret: he hadn't just written about hockey because of the gossip. He had grown up in a house obsessed with the sport. He had spent his childhood chasing his brothers across frozen ponds. Viktor slid the puck toward him. Lyon caught it with the stick, a fluid, practiced motion. He slapped it ba

By‍ Monday morning, Camero‌n Hayes w⁠as trending for reasons that ha‍d nothing to do with hockey. ‘#Came‌naScandal’ sa⁠t at the t‍op of every sport⁠s blog'⁠s fe‍ed, the parking lot kiss dissected f⁠ra⁠me‌ by fr⁠ame, paired now with older photos someone had d‌ug up, the rink, the team dinner,‍ months of moments ne⁠ither of them had rea‍lized were being documented. A ta‍bloid ran the‌ headline ‘HOCK‌EY'‌S⁠ GOLDEN BOY'S FORBIDDEN STEPSISTER RO⁠MANCE⁠’, and it spread faster than anything Lena had eve‌r se‌en move⁠ online.

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.

Being Rache’s bestie is the best thing that ever happened to me. Her being here makes being back in my home town more bearable. Of course, I have my mother but now there is a whole new level of torture with Blake being here. First, it was because he royally pisses me off. And coming back to my hometown where I grew up, was never really on the cards for me. However, things have shifted and it’s almost high torture to be back near Blake for a different reason. He makes me burn up. My body does weird things and my core tightens every time he is close to me. And I swore when I was growing up here that I would never, ever date a hockey player. Too high maintenance and you rarely get to see them i

My plans for the year were already rolled out, I just hope I would get to achieve all of them. A bit sad 'cause my contract with Ian would be coming to an end in the next one month. Anyways, whatever it might be, one sure thing was I would be fine at the end. As for my new book, it was coming together beautifully. I haven't chosen a name yet but I have written close to thirty something chapters already. As I had earlier planned, a hockey romance book with a contract relationship trope and some dark sexy stuff. Here was my blurb: 'Sloane Mercer, a visual artist agrees to a contractual relationship with a hockey star, Gavin King for just three months. This no strings entanglement was supposed

Both making me question everything I thought I knew about who I was fighting against — and who I was fighting for. I closed my eyes, letting the silence wrap around me. Tomorrow’s practice loomed. Victor Harlow’s calls were mounting. The team’s bets were getting bolder. Coach’s calculations kept turning. But tonight, in the dark, with messages from an unexpected rival and the man I was falling for sleeping inches away, I wondered how much longer I could keep balancing on this knife’s edge before everything finally broke. How much longer could I keep pretending this was only about hockey, when the truth was already slipping through the cracks — pulling me between two men who both wanted me in

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.