Books About Hockey Players Novels & Stories

Right at the edge of the crowd, I walked straight into a wall — except the wall was warm and it had arms, and when I stumbled backward and looked up, I realized it wasn't a wall at all. It was Knox Rivers. He reached out and caught my arm before I could fall, and for a moment we just looked at each other. Knox Rivers. The captain of the hockey team. The most talked-about guy on the entire campus. The one person every girl seemed to have an opinion about, whether they had spoken to him or not. Up close, he was taller than I remembered, and there was something about his eyes — gray and steady and completely sober — that made him feel different from everyone else at this party.

I said, my voice full of pride. He just chuckled, a low, free sound. “You can say that again.” “Well, I am a natural LD, born for the game, bro. I’ve been playing since I was a little boy. My father was a star hockey player. So it’s in my blood, you know?” I boasted. Yeah I boasted because why not. I’m good at the game so I use every opportunity I get to inform someone who doesn’t know it already. He just chuckled again. “I know, right. Damn. You seem like a very nice dude. Unlike…” He stopped, and his eyes went to Riven. “Unlike some people I have met.”

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

“This is just my equipment room.” “Just?” I walked closer to the stuff. I don't want to film with my phone. I'd rather use my camera which I didn't come with. So next time. I typed into my notepad again: He got a spot dedicated to his hockey materials. Extremely organized and neat. I smiled, staring at the photograph. I noticed a book shelf. They're not books related to hockey. “Wait, so you read?” “Yeah. I read novels and books when I'm tired of scrolling.”

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

KAIDA’S POV Hockey players are known for their hotness and handsome faces, but their personalities and love-lives are nothing to write home about. It’d be almost impossible to find a hockey player who is responsible and doesn’t cheat on their women. They are rare. 99% of hockey players are playboys. And the number one on the list was Maverick and number two goes to Liam. The two men in my life. Liam, my Ex-boyfriend of two years, cheated on me with his childhood best friend and Maverick?

“It wasn’t really the sport that hooked me. It was everything around it—the goalkeeper playing his last match before retirement, the rookie who couldn’t stop crying after his debut, the kid waiting outside the stadium for an autograph like it was the most important thing in the world.” I traced the rim of my mug with my finger. “Those moments stuck with me more than the score ever did.” Dean didn’t interrupt. He just listened. “So I switched to hockey,” I added. “Because the stories were better?” “The people were.” His mouth curved slightly. “I like that answer.” “It took me four years to come up with it.” He let out a soft laugh. “What was the first game you ever covered?” “Oh…” I covered m

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Most hockey players weren't exactly revered for their looks. Broken noses and toothless smiles were not generally considered the most effective bait for attracting anyone. Khyle remembered the first time he'd seen Gunner in person. It was in the locker room, and although Khyle obviously knew about the intimidating blue-haired forward, he had never seen him close up and in the flesh. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The pictures and the cameras hadn't done him any justice whatsoever. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">