Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romances

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

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.

The blonde reporter looked at Maya. "Is that true?" Maya nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm impressed he pays that much attention to anything other than hockey." A few reporters laughed softly. Hunter chuckled beside her. "Hockey may be my first love," he said, turning to look at Maya, "but you're the love of my life." Maya's heartbeat stuttered. She almost looked at him. Almost. It was fake. Every word of it was fake. Yet the way he said it—without hesitation, without sounding rehearsed—made it dangerously believable.

Ben knew the hockey team's regulations in Hillary Campus were crystal clear. Players were forbidden from engaging in romantic relationships with teammates. Any violation could result in disciplinary action, or even removal from the team. Ben slipped his hands into his pockets, already imagining the chaos such a revelation would create. "You turned down my feelings Noa." His smirk deepened. "So you'd better not be falling for Leon." He glanced once more toward the hallway where Noa had disappeared. "Because if you are, you'll be out of this hockey team before you even realize what's happening."

The bond between us stayed steady even in the middle of the war. The sudden spark of our bond flared up my spine, a wave of sea salt cutting through the cold stadium air. Noah’s eyes met mine through his visor, burning with pure, unyielding devotion. "Nice try, Bennett," I muttered as we skated past each other. "Just getting started, Cross," Noah replied, his voice rough and steady. During a stoppage near the penalty box, Noah skated past the New York bench. His gloved hand dropped, his fingers brushing my hip beneath my heavy padding. The touch was quick, hidden from the refs, but the biological heat between us burned like wildfire.

“Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.” I glanced at him. “I didn’t disappear,” I told him calmly. “I left to pursue my dream.” “That’s the same thing!” Adrian shot back. Our mother raised her hand slightly. “Please—can we not start like this?” But no one listened. My father began. “You think hockey is a career worth building an empire on?” My jaw tightened. “It already is.” A cold laugh from Adrian. “Sports?” he said. “You’re betting your entire life on sports?”

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.

“The pull? The bond?” I think about this morning. About Zane's hand in mine as we walked across campus, the way my forehead still tingled hours after he kissed it, sitting in his car and seeing something raw and honest in his eyes when he said he couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to me. And the electric shock every single time we touch. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I feel something.” It's not a lie. That's what makes it so dangerous. Amber squeals, actually squeals, drawing looks from nearby tables. “Oh my god, Kai! This is so romantic! I mean, the whole thing is like a movie. Star hockey player, future Alpha, finds his mate in the most unlikely person. It's perfect.”

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.