Best M/m Hockey Romances Novels & Stories

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

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."

Jenkins, trying to be helpful, had left a stack of the morning's news clippings detailing the 'Blackwell Romance' that had supposedly ended the 'unprofessional' rumors about the hockey player. The photos were everywhere: Damian's perfect, cold smile; Camilla's triumphant, possessive grip on his arm; the visual certainty of a corporate power couple. But the worst one, the one that made my blood run cold, was a close-up where Damian's eyes, despite the blue human contacts, held a look of calculated, undeniable intimacy toward her. It was a look I knew, a look I felt, a look that was mine through the Mate Bond, and he had worn it for a lie.

The way he stared at me with that intense look in his eyes made my body feel hot all over and even now as I sat there alone I could not stop remembering the almost kiss energy between us that made the air feel thick and heavy like it was pulling us together even when we were fighting. I picked up my phone because I needed something to distract me and I opened the secret folder where I kept all of his old hockey videos from before I even knew him personally and I started watching one where he was skating so fast across the ice with his strong muscles working hard under his jersey and his dark hair messy from the game and his face so focused and determined that it made my stomach twist in that

DID ROMANTIC TENSION CAUSE HOCKEY’S NUMBER ONE STAR TO LOSE CONTROL? Mia leaned closer and read over my shoulder. “Oh, no.” I scrolled. Sources claimed the league was considering disciplinary action. A fine seemed almost certain. A one-game suspension was possible depending on witness statements and security footage. Comments were already spreading beneath the article. He threw away his reputation for Logan’s ex. Allie destroys every man she dates. First Logan, now Chase. She clearly enjoys the drama. My hands began shaking again. “This is my fault.” “No.” “If I had not waited in that hallway—”

Loki glared madly at Louise ‘What are you even doing here' Hiro thought that was a purple-haired girl's boyfriend and that’s the reason why she felt confident to accepted my challenge. " Tsk.. I looked better than him " Hiro stared fiercely . He positioned his style on served and gave a powerful smash on the ball through Loki’s place. But Loki gave him a vigorous look forward at him. She reached the ball and returned with a heavy smash and he didn't reach since he focused on her intense look which gave him a bit goosebumps. ‘Dammit..! a girl can't ever win against me because I'm Hiro Kun , the professional ace captain badminton player here in Tokyo University ‘ his body shivered and soon en

"In the past, Adam once took Yara to a family event to be known, I have known it for a long time, from their high school. It's a pity that they didn't continue their relationship. But I’m thankful, they can still be friends even though they have broken up." "Friend?" Rhea looked at Yara, while Yara looked back at her Mama as if sending a message for her mama to cover up her true relationship with Adam. But it seems that Yara has to learn again from this telepathic because her mama doesn't catch the message she sent in silence at all. "What best friend? Adam is her ex she is the most hated. She said it was because Adam was telling her when they broke up, now she never got a serious boyfriend.

I wondered how she felt being here everyday; cleaning the spot he'll never return to, making a home for a god who probably no longer remembered she existed. She was just one insignificant little fly in his whirlpool of women. The dark colours of wine and black painted the walls and gave it a domineering atmosphere. It was my father's favourite color. I made my way to the shelf– luckily, it was arranged alphabetically so I easily traced the ‘M’ alphabet to find the pages about mates. Damien Cross. I chuckled when his lustful gaze flashed in my thoughts sending a surge of energy through my veins. Was that supposed to be normal? He was one delicious meal that was almost irresistible.

They’re all sunshine and rainbows, completely oblivious to my mental breakdown. “You look great,” Lily says, giving me a bright smile. “Totally fine,” I lie, forcing a smile. Lily beams. “Good, because we’re going to the hockey rink. Time to drool over sweaty, shirtless guys!” Mia rolls her eyes. “You’re so embarrassing, Lily.” “Excuse me, but one of those sweaty guys could be my mate!” “Or another alpha who’s a walking red flag,” Mia deadpans, side-eyeing me.

THREE WEEKS LATER… AVA The student lounge near the campus hockey arena is dead quiet with all the crowd already gone. However, outside the glass doors, I can hear the muffled cheers from the team's victory party reaching me here in the hallway. Kevin just won our school's rival match in double overtime. He scored the game-winning goal with three seconds left on the clock and it sent the entire arena into an absolute frenzy. Now, he is here with me, his back resting against the vending machine in front of me. He is half-dressed in his dark blue jersey, his hockey skates replaced by sparkling white sneakers. His dark hair is damp, the strands curling slightly across his forehead and thick eyeb