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“Dad had 312 points in 487 NHL games. Mostly as a shutdown defenseman who could skate with anyone. You’re a flashy forward who coasts on highlight-reel goals and then disappears when the forecheck gets heavy. Different positions, sure—but if we’re talking pure impact? Dad was better. Full stop.” Brittany let out a soft, surprised laugh—half delight, half disbelief. Chase didn’t laugh. He leaned forward. Elbows on the island. Eyes locked on mine. “You really wanna do this right now?” he asked. Quiet. Deadly. I didn’t blink. “Yeah. I do.” Victoria tried to intervene. “Kids—” “No,” Chase cut her off. Still looking only at me. “She wants to talk hockey? Let’s talk hockey.” He straightened. Crack

They're sitting on the porch, watching as Taehee triple checks that all of Hyeri’s gear is in the trunk. Even with Hyeri running around the front yard and screaming like a banshee, it feels so nice and peaceful. Far more than the silence that comes with an empty house. They’re about to load into the car to leave when Haejin comes out with three plastic cups in his arm. Handing one to each of Andre, Dylan and Hyeri. “Strawberry smoothie with a bit of protein powder for the assistant hockey coach, banana smoothie for the assistant to the assistant hockey coach, and strawberry banana smoothie for the little hockey player in training.”

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

Ryan's whole life depended on these next 120 seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed like thunder. "This is it! Two minutes to decide who becomes the next college hockey sensation!" My stomach twisted into knots. Ryan was skating hard, sweat dripping down his beautiful face. He looked so focused, so determined. God, he was gorgeous even when he was exhausted. Then I saw him. Derek Stone. The devil himself gliding across the ice like a predator hunting prey. Derek was everything parents warned their daughters about - dangerous, wild, and absolutely ruthless. He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and now he played for our biggest rival.

“Let’s go.” We left the girls’ hostel together, walking down the path toward the arena. Music and chatter filled the air. Everything looked alive. Then we heard it. Screams. Cheers. From ahead. I looked up and— There he was. Nick. Dressed in full hockey gear, jersey clinging to his broad chest, helmet in one hand, stick slung casually over his shoulder. His teammates surrounded him, walking with swagger, like kings heading into battle. The crowd erupted around him. Girls screamed his name like he was a rock star.

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

I didn't move a single millimeter. I turned my head slightly, my freezing, black glare sweeping across the entire locker room, locking eyes with every single player sitting on the benches. "I'm saying this once for the whole damn room," I announced, my voice echoing clearly off the concrete walls, laced with venom. "Janessa Moreno is off-limits. If I hear a single one of you whisper her name, if I see a single look, or if anyone in here calls her a puck-bunny again... you are getting a hockey stick directly to the ribs. I will personally ruin your spot on this roster. Try me. I am begging every single one of you to try me."