Novel & Cerita Best Mm Hockey Romance

Sebastian said. Damian almost smiled. "I'm a hockey player. Romance isn't my strong suit." "Your strong suit is checking people into boards." "And scoring goals." "And looking good in a jersey." "And—" Damian stopped. He looked at Sebastian. At the man who had made a blood oath on his father's grave. At the man who had taught an eight-year-old how to stand up. At the man who had held him in an abandoned rink while he fell apart. "I love you," Damian said. "I want to marry you because I love you. The hockey is just a bonus."

Liora Denverux POV “Damien, is that you, Cuz?,” I turned to see a blond guy with a cocky smile on his face, he screamed trouble. “Marvis…,” Marvis walked closer and smiled. “And you…,” Marvis said. I recognize him, he is the captain of the mattahan hockey team. And he is Damien's cousin… “You are Liora,” he said, as he took my hand off the table. “I am Marvis Ross…this ice cold man's favorite cousin, and you look absolutely beautiful,” he said as he kissed my hand.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

My phone buzzed again—this time a call. Aunt Kate. I answered immediately. “Hello, Aunt Kateee!” “How’s my favorite niece doing?” “I’m great. I actually met my second mate.” “What?” she yelled. “When did this happen?” “Like… three days ago.” “That’s amazing! Who is he?” “Um. Hades Deolle. School hockey player. Total playboy,” I sighed. “What did he say when he saw you?” “Nothing. He was at the rink about to play, and I left. I don’t want anything to do with a playboy.” I scoffed. “I’m sure he’s fucking someone right now.”

"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

“The way he grabbed you, the way he was in your face, the bags, your dripping hair, all of it! Someone caught the whole thing. It’s on Gossip Grind, ShadeRoom, everywhere! Three million views in two hours, Lucy!” I nearly drop my phone. “Wait. WHAT?! We’re not even dating! What the fuck is going on?” “Oh my God, Lucy,” she shrieks. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your neighbor is Rhett Lawson?!” “Who the hell is Rhett Lawson?!” “A famous hockey star. He's in the NHL, like one of the best of all time!” Freya cackles. My eyes widen. “People are calling the whole thing a lover’s spat. Oh my God—THREE MILLION VIEWS IN TWO HOURS! And the title?” She clears her throat dramatically. “‘Hockey Star

The force of the wind knocked me right off my feet. I slid across the ice, my hands scraping against the sharp surface until I hit the heavy wooden hockey boards at the edge of the rink. Pain flared through my back, and I gasped for air, my vision going blurry for a second. Holden went completely wild seeing me hurt. He roared, a loud sound of pure fury, and bit down hard on the black ice trapping his legs. His sharp teeth cracked the dark frost, but more black ice crawled up his chest, pinning his massive body down until he could only twitch his head.

“Maybe he was running late.“ “He looked right at me, LJ.“ She chews slowly, looking at me with the expression she uses when she is deciding how honest to be. “I have not noticed anything strange,“ she says finally. “But also, I was not watching him.“ I nod and look back at my food. My eyes burn because I feel like crying. If this was all a game like Damian said, then I’m fucking ruined. “Are you going to the game tomorrow?“ She asks, changing the topic to take my mind off it. “I don’t watch hockey.“ She stares at me. “Dawn.“ “What?“ “You are dating not only the golden boy from this place but also the captain. Also, Damian plays hockey, so….“

As his biological heart swelled with a massive wave of emotion, his intellect instantly integrated two distinct realizations: happily-ever-after parameters did actively exist for his independent life path, and the primary plotline for his upcoming hot hockey romance manuscript was going to operate as a deeply personal, autobiographical file. "Deliver full verbal confirmation," the alpha rasped from the ice. Val dropped his own knees directly onto the frozen surface, and Finn immediately wrapped his powerful arms around his chassis to pull his frame tight against his chest. "My system demands a singular condition," Val murmured against his ear. "Oh, your soft strength is actively introducing