Novel & Cerita Booktok Hockey Drama

Every muscle in my body tightened immediately. Beside me, Lily muttered under her breath, “Oh absolutely not.” Ryan’s expression went completely unreadable beside our table. Daniel dropped his bag onto one of the desks loudly before speaking. “Damn. Brookshire still smells the same.” A few hockey players near the back laughed awkwardly. Then Daniel’s gaze shifted toward Ryan. “There he is.” One of the hockey guys frowned slightly. “Thought you quit school.” “Nah.” Daniel leaned back casually against a desk. “Just needed a break.”

"Zane is the Beta heir, Al. He’ll handle whatever pack duties come next for the Vance family. But Roman... Roman is the Greyson heir. The second his dad steps down, Roman takes the Alpha throne. The pack expects him to choose a high-ranking Luna. If your scent changes tonight and he doesn’t notice..." "Roman is my best friend," I interrupted, my chest tightening. "He looks at me like a kid sister, Sarah. Besides, you've seen the tabloids. The man changes women faster than he changes his hockey tape. He’s not looking for a mate. He's enjoying the fame." A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the crowd below. My eyes instantly locked onto a chaotic scuffle breaking out near the goal crease. A

“Why did you stop me? I was fine.” “No,” I said. “You weren’t.” Her brow furrowed, angry. “I didn’t fall. I didn’t even stumble.” “This isn’t about falling.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You’re beginning to show, Lena. The way you move, the way you recover, it’s not normal. Anyone watching closely will see it.” Her lips parted, but no words came. I pressed on. “Do you want them to strip your scholarship? Do you want to be marked as different? Because once that happens, you won’t just lose hockey. You’ll lose everything. And you won’t be safe again.”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Don't respond." "I wasn't planning to." "Good, because that's exactly what he wants." I looked back at the screen, and he was right. Levi wanted attention. He wanted people discussing me, questioning me and dragging my name back into the story he had already tried to control. The problem was that some part of me still hated the thought of him telling strangers that I had only become good at hockey because of Seven. I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to remind everyone that I had been studying the game long before Seven had ever heard my name.

"Her book system?" "She organises them by how much she hates them. Most hated on the bottom. She told me..." I stopped when ealised he was looking at me with an expression I didn't want to examine. "What?" "Nothing." He looked away. "So she hates hockey." "She told me multiple times." I said. "Okay." Ryder nodded slowly. "So it can't be grand. Anything big, anything that looks like a move, she's going to think you're managing her again."

Now! "Turn that shit off!" I roared at Dylan and his face drains of color before he quickly puts his phone off and slide it behind him where coach wouldn't see. I spun toward Ashton. 'Winter is in trouble.' I mind linked him quickly. The hockey stick slipped from my hand and it clattered loudly against the ice. Hunter's rage was hot and so was mine. But that rage was also mixed with something else. Fear. Fear that one of those men in the club will touch her or force her. Or worse, Masha and Jane would hurt her.

Kelly. “Have you seen this?” Eden, my teammate and close friend, points at his phone before bringing it to my face. A smug smile lights up my face as I read the front page of the news. My name is boldly printed under a photo of me taken a few days ago. I don’t remember noticing any press that day, but of course, they’re always in the shadows, just as they always are. KELLY BLACKWELL, STAR FORWARD AND CAPTAIN OF THE DYNAMOS, HUMILIATES ASPEN IN A BRUTAL SHOWDOWN, PROVING ONCE AGAIN THAT THE FROST'S CAPTAIN IS NO MATCH FOR HIS SKILLS.

"Oh honey, you should see the drama playing out in our waiting room. Every single day, like clockwork, two very handsome young men show up to see you. And let me tell you, there's been some tension." My heart started beating faster, and the monitor beside me began beeping more rapidly. "Two men?" "Jaxon Cross, that's the ice hockey player, tall and blonde with the most gorgeous blue eyes. Then there's Professor Ronan, dark hair, green eyes, looks like he stepped out of some romance novel." Patty fanned herself dramatically. "Thank goodness, that man is fine." Even in my weakened state, heat flooded my cheeks. The feelings I'd had for both of them in my dreams felt incredibly real. Too real.

“She can keep her party and her drama.” Jaden nudged me. “Speaking of drama… you coming to the hockey game tonight? Our team versus Ridgewood. I heard they’re brutal. Gosh, I wish Ethan wasn't suspended.” My stomach twisted at Ethan’s name. Last night still felt like a fever dream—his mouth on me, his fingers, his tongue, the way he’d called me beautiful while I came apart under him. And then he’d snuck out my window with a forehead kiss like we were something… real.

“They’re offering a scholarship stipend. A big one.” That stopped her. “How big?” Priya told her, and Isabella did the math instantly, the way she did math about money now out of pure survival instinct rent, Nico’s school fees, the thing with her mother’s sewing machine that had finally, mercifully died last month and needed replacing before Elena Rossi lost half her clients. “I don’t date athletes,” Isabella said, which was true, and which was also not really the point, and they both knew it. “You wouldn’t be dating him. It’s fake. It’s acting. You get paid to pretend to like a hockey player for a few months and then you never have to see him again.”