Novel & Cerita Book About Hockey Player Romance

I looked down to my body, I was naked! And a man's….arm was around me!, I gasped, I just gave my first time to a stranger. He was facing the other side,I tried to move his hand, so I could at least see the face of the man I slept with. He turned, as I moved his hand, I frowned, when I noticed his face. Holy cow! This…person… Is Victor rival and enemy. Is the NHL hockey capital! Is the heir to a powerful family. “Shit!,”

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

He just watches me with that amused expression. “Let’s go out sometime,” he says casually. I stare at him. “You’re joking.” “No.” “You’re the captain of a professional hockey team.” “And?” “And I don’t date hockey players.” His eyebrow lifts slightly. “You dated one.” “That was a mistake.” His expression shifts slightly. Then his voice lowers. “About Luca.” My chest tightens. “Please don’t.” He studies me carefully. “I can talk to the coach,” he says quietly. “We can assign him to another physio.”

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

“Do what, sir?” “Get the men and women in love with you. Politicians, businessmen, mafias, and even pastors. They all want you. They're not watching hockey because they like the sport. They're watching it because they're in love with the player. Most of them even donate and invest their life savings just to be one of our biggest sponsors,” he paused, and slowly moved closer to me. “There must be something in your body. Something no one is aware of,” he concluded.

She was hiding something, burying herself under the crushing weight of that architecture program, and my father’s enforced isolation had completely shattered my ability to reach her. "Head in the game, Evans!" Leo yelled, snapping a hard pass across the blue line. I caught the puck on the blade of my stick, my jaw clenched. I didn't want to play hockey. I wanted to get on a plane, fly to Chicago, and kick the door of her dorm room down. I accelerated toward the offensive zone, my eyes tracking the goalie. I didn't see the blindside coming. Hayes, the massive senior defenseman I had humiliated earlier in the week, had been waiting for his shot. He didn't play the puck. He didn't aim for my ch

“I just got dumped. Publicly humiliated. Emotionally wrecked. I’m not signing up to play a girlfriend for a famous man.” “It’s not playing,” she says. “It’s strategic.” “That makes it worse.” She sighs and sits across from me. “Alex needs a girlfriend.” “I don’t care.” “He needs one now.” “I still don’t care.” “He needs one to fix his image.” That gets my attention. Just a little. “What image?” She hesitates. That alone tightens my chest. “Maddie.” She exhales. “There was an interview. Something he said got twisted. Sponsors are nervous. The team is nervous. They want stability.”

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

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