Book Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Another picture showed Viktor clutching Lukas’s hoodie while Lukas leaned over him as nothing else existed around them and despite the grainy quality…despite the darkness…it was obvious enough…painfully obvious and the caption underneath read: “CAPTAIN AND FORMER STAR PLAYER? The university hockey duo caught together late at night.” and replies flooded beneath it already. “Wait, is that Reiner???” “nah there’s no way” “THAT LOOKS GAY AS HELL???” “bro i knew something was weird there” “isn’t that viktor???” “holy shit” “Locker room romance?? Sign me uppp!” “Nah coach gonna kill somebody” Viktor stopped breathing properly and the apartment suddenly felt smaller around him while life moved on l

Five years ago, Claire Bennett spent one unforgettable night with hockey superstar Damon Black, the man she had secretly loved for years. But the morning after his championship victory, Damon vanished without a trace, leaving Claire to discover she was carrying his baby. Forced to raise her daughter alone after Damon’s family made it clear she would never belong in his world, Claire built a new life in the shadows—while secretly inheriting her late mother's massive investment firm. Now, Damon is back. He doesn't know about the five-year-old girl who has his exact eyes, nor does he realize Claire is secretly worth more than his entire family. He only knows his father has forced him into an

"Grapes? What are we, Roman emperors? You're such a douche, Brett." The girls showed up quickly three of them, all dressed in tiny outfits, smiling like pros, and Brett waved them over, slipping the bouncer some cash. "Ladies, this is my boy Rowan, hockey star, treat him right." One slid onto my lap right away, blonde hair and curves, grinding against me slow to the music pumping through the speakers, and another brought over shots, feeding me one with her fingers on my lips. "You look tense, baby," the blonde whispered, her hands on my chest, "let me fix that." I tried to get into it, downing the shot, feeling her move, but my mind kept flashing to Liv how she'd tease me during our fake dat

brushed against her in the kitchen, my hand grazing her hip. She jumped, her book nearly falling from her hands. "Sorry, Em," I said, but my voice was low, husky. "No problem," she mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she wouldn't meet my eyes. I started leaving little hints. One evening, I found one of her books on the coffee table, a steamy romance with dog-eared pages. I flipped through it, reading a scene where the hero pins the heroine against a wall, thrusting into her with raw passion.

, and I took the skates and I had dinner. I can remember my mom begging for me, and that was the first time I saw him hit her. And I remember living with so much guilt that it was my fault that he had hit her. So I never brought up not skating again. He never asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. He told me. He commanded me. He drilled it into me who I was supposed to be: a hockey player. Eli exhaled. No, not just a hockey player. The best. Anything less was failure, and failure attracted consequences. When I was 13, I missed a shot during a game and we lost by a goal. He didn't speak to me for a week. Do you know what that does to a 13-year-old? He would walk past me in the same hous

Ryan's mother slowly folded her napkin before placing it neatly beside her plate. Then she turned toward her son.."Ryan, I don't understand." Her voice remained calm, almost gentle. "You're an Alpha, you're one of the most celebrated hockey players in the country, and people like you don't simply choose a partner. Every woman who stands beside you becomes a reflection of your name." She looked at me briefly before returning her attention to Ryan..“Marrying an ordinary girl with no pack, no title, and no influence will only bring you down."

Quickie nudges her again and then pulls her arm forward in an attempt to prompt her to shake my hand. I look at her hand, nod my head in acknowledgement, but don't shake it. It's obvious that she feels uncomfortable and I don't touch any woman that doesn't want to be touched, even something so innocent as a handshake. “I go by Candy,” she finally says. “She really likes hockey,” Quickie interrupts before I can say anything. “Hockey players,” Candy corrects. “And hockey coaches, too. Right, Candice?” shoots back Quickie, emphasizing the name difference. Oh, this is not really happening, is it?

As I walked past their room, I heard the hockey team mirror their girlfriends' laughter. Of course their friends had come to further add fuel. As I shut the room behind me, I immediately started packing up my clothes and when I was done, I finally put on my phone. Messages and calls immediately came in and I called the only person that mattered now, “Jackson, could you get me out of Cali tonight?”

Waiting. My breath caught. “You planned this,” I accused. “I anticipated it,” he replied. “Big difference.” Before I could argue, his hand found mine. Fingers lacing through mine like it belonged there. A flash went off at that exact moment. Perfect timing. I turned my face toward him, anger mixing with something else I did not want to name. “Smile,” he whispered. “They’re watching.” I smiled. Inside, I was unraveling. Someone shouted, “Alex, kiss her!”

"He had one." "So he had a condom ready." She raised her eyebrows. "In his nightstand. That's definitely not weird." "Roxie, he's on the hockey team." I gave her a flat look. "What exactly were you expecting? Virgins?" She opened her mouth. Something shifted on her face. "I mean..." "They're all like that." I tilted my head. "Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground."