Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance Novels

She picked up her book and shut it close the next second. “Damn Emily, way to kill the vibe,” Joseph mouthed. “You are a piece of shit, Joseph. Shut the fuck up and go back to gooning on animated series,” Emily jabbed. As Joseph cleared his throat and pretended to act unbothered, Chris walked into the class, reading the thick awkward tension. Our eyes met but I quickly looked away as he breathed in and pressed his lips together. “Another puppet,” Deej scoffed in a whisper. Chris walked to his seat, pumping his shoulders up and muttered. “I guess the theory is true. The football team and the hockey team are sworn to hate each other and it transcends their relationship.”

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The sight of these four hockey giants—men who had body-checked opponents into the boards and fought through seasons of grueling violence—trying to navigate the delicate art of pocket squares and boutonnières was pure magic. Knox was currently trying to pin a yellow sunflower onto Dmitri’s lapel. Dmitri, the stoic Russian enforcer, was standing perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides as if he were guarding a goal post. "It is a flower, Knox," Dmitri said in his thick, gravelly voice. "It is not a puck. Do not hit it." Jax looked up and saw me. The way his face changed—the way his expression instantly softened, shifting from playful camaraderie to a look of such profound, quiet

"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!"

In comic sans. **ME:** Tank doesn’t do comic sans. He has standards. **SLOANE:** HIS STANDARDS INCLUDE INKING TWO PEOPLE COPULATING ONTO AN NHL PROSPECT **ME:** My favorite sports **SLOANE:** Hockey is a sport. What you are describing is a public health hazard. **ME:** It’s cardio, Winters. Highly aerobic. Good for the hips. Tank wiped my spine down with a green-soap soaked paper towel, the sting sharp enough to make my shoulder blades twitch. “Kid, if you keep typing, your left trap is gonna seize up. Who is this girl, your parole officer?”

She’s mine, and I’m going to hold on to her like my life depends on it. By evening, I’m on the rink, gearing up for the big showdown against the Full Moon Pack. The air is electric, the crowd roaring. My teammates are hyped, but my head’s a fucking mess. “You good, man?” Theo asks, stretching his arms. “Yeah, you’ve been MIA all day,” Damon adds. “Yeah,” I say, smirking. “I was with my girlfriend. Priorities, you know?” Theo waves his hockey stick at me, laughing. “You’re seriously whipped, dude.”

We both chuckled. He pulled me closer, gripping my hair as he planted a lingering kiss on my lips. With passion and fervour, I tore his shirt like a wildcat, engaging in a passionate and deep kiss. My hands roamed freely over his bare chest while he slid his hands beneath my top. A shiver ran through me as his chilly hands contact with my burning skin, fuelling my desire. He unhooked my bra, his hands exploring my bare back, driving me to the brink of madness with his touch. Oh God, it felt incredible.

“If I haven’t met anyone in three years, then I probably won't meet anyone else for the rest of my life. Mom, you’ve introduced me to so many different women in the past three years and I never laid my hands on any of them. Isn’t that right?” “Serena counts. Aren’t the two of you getting along just right? If you don’t like Serena, I can accept that lover of yours named Suzy too!” “There’s no feeling between Serena and I. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged on for three years without getting married. As for Suzy, she’s just a student I helped before. There’s nothing going on between us.” “You… What’s so great about that woman?” Heather was so angry she could not speak coherently.

The headlines were worse. ‘Hockey star Duke Smith spotted with mystery woman. Is he cheating? My chest tightened. The comments were wild. I shouldn’t have read them. But I did. ‘Who is she? She definitely threw herself at him.’ ‘I want to see her face. Let’s see how she looks.’ ‘No woman comes between Duke and Lisa. They are our power couple ‘She’s probably ugly, that’s why he’s hiding her face’ I couldn’t read anymore. My hands started shaking. My breathing became uneven again.

brushed against her in the kitchen, my hand grazing her hip. She jumped, her book nearly falling from her hands. "Sorry, Em," I said, but my voice was low, husky. "No problem," she mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she wouldn't meet my eyes. I started leaving little hints. One evening, I found one of her books on the coffee table, a steamy romance with dog-eared pages. I flipped through it, reading a scene where the hero pins the heroine against a wall, thrusting into her with raw passion.