Book Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

"You really think I would do that, Roman?" I searched his eyes for the man I'd fallen in love with. Instead, I found a stranger who believed a lie over his own wife. So I left. No goodbye, no explanation, just an empty side of the bed and a secret I carried out the door with me. Three years later, I walk back into his world as the woman hired to save what he loves most, not as his wife, but as his equal. And when he finally sees the truth standing beside me, wearing his own eyes, there's no undoing what's already done. He broke me once. Now he wants to fix what he shattered. The question is, do I let him?

Even from the stands, he looked powerful — confident in a way that made my stupid heart race. It’s just hormones, I reminded myself. Pregnancy makes everything feel stronger. But deep down I knew it wasn’t only that. “Where’s Lucas?” Kara asked, adjusting her scarf. “I don’t care if he’s here or not,” I muttered. Kara pointed toward the entrance. “Well, speak of the devil.” But when I turned, it wasn’t Lucas I saw first. The full hockey team was filing onto the ice. Alex skated out in the middle, and for one brief second, our eyes met across the distance.

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

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."

"Yeah, by me. Yesterday in the dining hall, remember? When you were reading that thick philosophy book and I probably interrupted at exactly the wrong moment. Wasn't entirely sure you'd remember, to be honest." I raise an eyebrow, filing away this piece of previously unknown information about my friend's social interactions. Riley mentioned nothing about being personally invited by hockey players, which suggests either deliberate omission or her characteristic tendency to downplay anything that might be construed as romantic interest. "Did you watch the game?" Liam asks, tilting his head with the kind of focused interest that suggests her answer actually matters to him beyond simple post gam

"That's against bro-code. Best friend code, too. Your sisters are off-limits. My teammates too. Do we have a deal?" I was enjoying the little flirt with the tall-as-hell hockey player, but there was no way anything would come out of it. There's no way I'm going to actually get involved with any of these guys, even if some of them are really hot. But I like knowing Bram will stay away from my gorgeous sisters. "We have a deal," I agree

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

“There's plenty of fish in the sea. And I'm a fucking shark. I don't care about one cute little goldfish. It's more important right now for me to lay in my bed and try to get the room to stop spinning.” “Alright, man, whatever you say,” Sean said, standing up from the couch. “Let's get out of here then.” Blondie and the Brunette tugged on Oliver's arms as he tried to leave the VIP. “Wait, baby, can't we go with you?” they asked. Oliver turned around and smiled. “Of course.” They both grabbed their purses and got up, with excitement written all across their faces. “Really?” Blondie asked. “No, not really,” he said, shaking his head. “You two have a good night. I hear there's a defenseman for