Best Mm Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

"There goes the automated mess hall chime." He offered his forearm in a standard alpha-heir greeting, and I took it, the contact making my wolf hum as I remembered the dark edge in his voice when he mentioned Boee Mooncrest. There was an undercurrent there that made me wonder exactly what kind of history they shared, but the speed of current events had wiped the thought from my screen.

His hand wrapped around my waist with out lips locked. I scrolled further down to see several news tags. “Hockey Star and PR Darling are now sharing Steamy kisses in public?” “Jax Maddox’s Camilla Drama Just Got Complicated” “Jax’s really dumps baby mama?” No. No, no, no, no, no—

Then I Reached for the bottle and turned in more. "He's right Ryan. Shouldn't you be drilling her by now? Isn't that what married couples do?" Bonnie asked, Making the rest of them laugh. "Mind you, Mason; she might be a high school lady, but the goodnews is - she's still a virgin" Mira said. "Yeah. You're right. And I must say virgins are the Best" Davis said and busted into laughter with the rest. "Maybe you should get one for yourself" I said and grabbed the half bottle of wine from the table and stood up.

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

KEVIN By eight o'clock that evening, I am back home in my room. Mason is out with his friends from the track team, so the house is dead quiet. Usually, I'd have the TV blasting a sports broadcast or I'd be playing music while messing around with my hockey gear. But tonight, I can't concentrate on anything else because right now, my mind is so clouded with Ava. Sighing, I throw my duffel bag into my wardrobe and flop onto my bed, my eyes staring at the white ceiling of the room as I let out a tired sigh.

My pulse thudded in my ears. Marienne didn’t even flinch—she leaned forward instead, seizing the moment. “Well, if Juno’s too busy, I’m sure I could squeeze you in. I have a knack for getting people back on their feet.” Her smile was all teeth. “Especially hockey players.” My jaw clenched so hard it ached. “Marienne.” Rhett tilted his head, considering her. Then, God help me, he smirked. “Good to know. But I think I’ll stick with Juno.” His voice dipped, low and suggestive. “She knows how to handle me.”

We head inside the building, the sound of skates cutting into ice echoing through the space, mixed with voices, laughter, the sharp smack of sticks. She slows a little, taking it all in. Then she looks at me. “You brought me to an ice rink again?” I laugh. “Relax. I’m not putting you in skates this time.” “So,” she says, folding her arms slightly, “Your idea of a date is bringing me to a hockey game?” My eyebrows lift, amused. “Last I checked,” I say, slowing just enough to look at her properly, “You were very clear this wasn’t a date. So, I chose something neutral.”

, shouted Michelle, pointing at him, as he skated on the ice. Some of the women behind us commented when they saw him and giggled. With his dark skin, chocolate-colored eyes and muscular physique, Hank is often the heartthrob of the team. Michelle doesn't mind. On the contrary, she's even proud of it. But, of course, he only has eyes for her. He scanned the room, probably searching for her. When their eyes connected, he began to make a heart with his hands for her. Matt arrived skating too and stopped a few meters from him. As Hank walked over to the plexiglass to blow kisses at Michelle, Matt shook his head from side to side as the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”