Booktok Hockey Drama Novels & Stories

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

Liora Devereux POV “Another!,” I ordered drunkily, the bartender stared at me with pityness in his eyes. “Miss, you are drunk. You have to stop…,” “i am not drunk!,” I cried, slamming my chubby hands on the bar table, the bartender rolled his eyes and passed me the glass cup. I downed it, as I wept bitterly. I was here to congratulate my boyfriend of five years for winning the hockey game, his team's slot to the finals and today was also our anniversary. Another chance of him getting drafted into the NFL

PUCKING THE GOALIE BOOK 1 Intro; Name: Mara Lennox Age: 22 Personality: Sharp-tongued, observant, emotionally guarded, quietly feral when she wants something Background: Mara didn’t grow up dreaming about hockey players or fantasizing about them, She grew up around them so she wasn’t some groupie. Her older brother is a defenseman on the same hockey team, injury reserve now, sidelined for the time being until cleared. So she’s seen locker rooms, the bruises, blood, the ego these hockey players have, her brother being one of them and she’s familiar with the cycle of life most hockey players adapt.

she responds, her smile growing bigger, "But just so you know... he is bigger in person. And hotter. Glorious." I just blink at her as she leaves my office, then I do what I should've done a week ago and write 'Abraham Kent' in the search bar. A lot of the most searched options come out. Abraham Kent NHL Abraham Kent injury crash Abraham Kent best shots Abraham Kent team wins Stanley Cup 2025 Abraham Kent and Olivia Dalton Abraham Kent and Stephanie Koi Abraham Kent and Monique Fairman Okay, enough, there's like five other girls in the list, so I lose interest in that. I click on the first option and then I'm attacked by photos of a man.

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 looked down at Luca, the red-hot rush of adrenaline returning to my veins with a violence that made the white ice feel like a memory, but I didn't yell, I didn't reach for a stick. I leaned into the microphone, my voice cutting through the noise like a knife through fresh ice. "You're right, Luca," I said, the room instantly quietooning to catch my words. “Noah was engaged to you, but there’s a big difference between a boy who keeps a secret and a man who puts it on the front page, you lost him because you were too weak to hold him, and if you want to talk about the past, let’s talk about why you were really traded to the Wolves."

It doesn't matter how many years pass. Perpetrators have strong imprints on their victims. And sure enough, my senses don’t lie, Reid Maddox steps out. Paxon Pack royalty, my personal fucking hell. I swear the concrete trembles beneath his feet. My brain fries trying to process what the hell is happening. Why the two Alphas from rival packs, and rival hockey teams are standing right here, together, waiting like this is some kind of casual airport pickup. Royalty. Both of them. Huge, tall, arrogant dicks, too handsome for the eyes.

I'm dying everyday, this curse is eating me up and I'm helpless but I'll find a way. Which is why I’ve been here all these years, playing hockey, building a name and staying in the spotlight. The Moon Goddess had whispered that I’d find my answers here, that something special in this place would lead me to the one who destroyed my pack… and maybe even to her, my fated mate, the one who holds my redemption. That’s why I pushed for the transfer. I pressured my management until they sold me to a new club. And now, here I am. Right where fate wants me. Even if it means dealing with an annoying human neighbor who plays the violin like she’s strangling it.

“This is the good part. Small-town stuff. Hot chocolate with the new girl who falls dramatically.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks warmed anyway. “I didn’t fall. I was strategically repositioning.” “Strategically adorable,” he countered, and the way he said it—low, teasing—made my stomach do that stupid flip again. We talked for an hour that felt like ten minutes. He told me about the team’s playoff chances, how the left winger (some guy named Finn) was secretly terrified of pucks to the face, and how the town threw a bonfire after every win. I told him about missing the ocean, my half-finished fantasy manuscript about dragon-riding librarians, and the way my mom had cried when we left San D