Books About Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

The lighting made it look incredibly intimate. ​"The media is loving us," Ethan explained as I stared at the screen. "Our chemistry, the look, all of it. They think we're the next big sports IT-couple. Look at the comments." ​ I scrolled down reluctantly. He wasn't lying. The internet was losing its mind over the mysterious girl next to the NHL’s golden boy. ​"Okay, but I don't really follow," I said, handing the phone back to him as a strange knot formed in my stomach. I hated the idea of my face being plastered across social media. "We aren't a thing."

(Adeline’s POV) “Dwarf, hurry up!” Juan’s voice thundered from downstairs. Irritation laces every word. I rolled my eyes while struggling to clasp the back of my dress. It was already 7 p.m., and clearly, he was getting impatient. Let him wait. He was the one who dragged me to his hockey team’s victory celebration. I could’ve stayed home, ordered takeout, and watched trashy reality TV. Finally, done. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

“You remember why you started playing, right? It wasn’t because you loved the game at first. You started because it was the only thing that made sense when everything else was falling apart.” Noah’s throat suddenly felt tight because that was true. Painfully true. Hockey had never been about dreams. At first, it had simply been ice, noise, movement, a place where he could breathe, where hospital smells and unpaid bills and fear couldn't reach him. A place where he wasn't helpless. Chase reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn hockey puck. Black, scuffed, edges scratched from countless practices and games. He rolled it between his fingers once, then held it out.

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

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.”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

“Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.” I glanced at him. “I didn’t disappear,” I told him calmly. “I left to pursue my dream.” “That’s the same thing!” Adrian shot back. Our mother raised her hand slightly. “Please—can we not start like this?” But no one listened. My father began. “You think hockey is a career worth building an empire on?” My jaw tightened. “It already is.” A cold laugh from Adrian. “Sports?” he said. “You’re betting your entire life on sports?”

It was beautiful to watch her in her element, to see the smile on her face when she got the perfect shot. "So, Liam." She asked when they turned into a quiet street. "Hm?" "What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened during a hockey game?" Liam laughed. "Oh... that's a long list." "I've got time." He thought for a moment. "There was one game where our rivals proposed to his girlfriend right in the middle of a game. And she rejected his proposal!" Aria burst into laughter. "No!" Raphael snorted. "And his team still lost the game."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”