Book Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

She picked up her book and shut it close the next second. “Damn Emily, way to kill the vibe,” Joseph mouthed. “You are a piece of shit, Joseph. Shut the fuck up and go back to gooning on animated series,” Emily jabbed. As Joseph cleared his throat and pretended to act unbothered, Chris walked into the class, reading the thick awkward tension. Our eyes met but I quickly looked away as he breathed in and pressed his lips together. “Another puppet,” Deej scoffed in a whisper. Chris walked to his seat, pumping his shoulders up and muttered. “I guess the theory is true. The football team and the hockey team are sworn to hate each other and it transcends their relationship.”

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

I keep my eyes on my phone, hoping that if I ignore him, he'll leave. "Hey," his voice is smooth, confident. "Make it for me and this pretty girl right here." I don't respond. I just scroll to the next page, highlighting a section about cellular respiration like it's the most fascinating thing I've ever read. When the bartender slides a drink in front of me, I finally look up. Crew is watching me with this amused smirk, all golden hair and sharp jawline and the kind of face that makes girls stupid. His hockey jacket is slung over one shoulder, and he's leaning against the bar like he owns it. Like he owns everything.

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

"I guess... he was just shocked to see us together." ​Ethan tilted his head, a challenging spark in his eyes. "Well, a real hockey player doesn't let outside circumstances ruin his game. His team lost tonight because of him. But you seemed to enjoy the view. Didn't you?" ​My cheeks flushed. "Yes. I did. And I have you to thank for that. Thank you for helping me make my ex-boyfriend look like a complete fool." I paused, looking into his piercing eyes. "How can I ever repay you?"

“Whoa, Captain’s finally asking for romance tips? Who’s the lucky girl? Is it that law student everyone’s talking about? Hannah Simpson? The overall President of the Supreme Student Council? She’s beautiful, smart, and way out of your league if you ask me.” Tank chuckled. “Yeah, Hannah’s a catch. Long hair, sharp mind, runs the whole student body like a pro. If you’re trying to woo her, start with flowers. Girls like her appreciate the classics. Take her to a nice café, not just the locker room after practice.” Riot nodded. “And listen to her. Don’t just talk about hockey. Ask about her plans, her dreams. Law student like that has big goals. Show her you’re not just the captain on the ice.”

Hunter Something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first. I sat at the end of the bench, elbows resting on my knees, watching the scrimmage unfold in front of me. Neal had the puck, skating hard down the right side while Travis cut toward the net. It should have been easy. But then Neal passed and Travis... missed it completely. The puck sailed past his stick and slammed against the boards. “Fuck!” Neal shouted. Travis spun around. “My bad.”

I groan. “You say something?” She turns with narrows eyes. “Nope, nothing.” Great, so she heard me groaning. Fuckingfantastic. “How about Taking A Shot At Love?” Immi stops in her tracks and puts her hands on those tiny, sexy hips of hers. “It’s a Hallmark movie. You are so fucking with me right now, aren’t you?” “Seriously, darlin’. I am not fucking with you. I love Hallmark movies. I always watch them. Just because I’m some big burly hockey player, doesn’t mean I don’t like a bit of romance.” Honestly, am I that bad?

“The pull? The bond?” I think about this morning. About Zane's hand in mine as we walked across campus, the way my forehead still tingled hours after he kissed it, sitting in his car and seeing something raw and honest in his eyes when he said he couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to me. And the electric shock every single time we touch. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I feel something.” It's not a lie. That's what makes it so dangerous. Amber squeals, actually squeals, drawing looks from nearby tables. “Oh my god, Kai! This is so romantic! I mean, the whole thing is like a movie. Star hockey player, future Alpha, finds his mate in the most unlikely person. It's perfect.”