Novel & Cerita Booktok Hockey Drama

It felt like he was trying to anchor me to him, as if the slightest loosening of his grip would cause me to evaporate into the quiet space of this townhouse. This was supposed to be our sanctuary. I had finally fled 114 Oak Street”the Harrison hockey house”escaping Caleb”s suffocating, toxic control. We were never supposed to be together; he was the star center for the Wolves, and I belonged to Harrison, his fiercest rivals. Our relationship was a dangerous, unspoken line crossed in the dirt of this college hockey war. "What about the scholarship?" I whispered, my hand tracing the line of his collarbone. "Is there a problem with the funding? Or the terms?"

But I could see how having such a rocky start in life could make somebody panic if they suddenly had no money and were pregnant, and somebody like Arthur was around. I worried about how far Cathy would go. I bit my lip. A vision flashed before my eyes, one where Cathy had somehow manipulated the world so Arthur, Mia, and a very pregnant Cathy were a family, and I was homeless. * Friday, Noah, Nina, Nathan, Arthur, Mia and I were all down in front-row seats for the hockey game. This was an essential game against the New York Rangers. They had just recruited a few new, young hotshot Canadians onto their team.

I tell him. I hang up. Get in the car. Start the engine. Drive off into the snowy night. --- Music hits before I even step into the VIP section. Richard grins, one arm slung casually around the girl beside him. “There he is…Clinton Blunt!” Two familiar figures lean against the bar, drinks in hand…Zack and Cody, defensemen from the Woodblock City High hockey team, both already wrapped around girls who definitely aren’t their girlfriends. And then I notice them.

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

His strong arms wrapped around mine and held me tighter against him. In response, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. I was going to worry about the consequences later. Now, all I was going to do was have this moment and forget all about Evans. I wasn't thinking of him, but the pain in my chest was there, although Giveon's presence had totally overshadowed whatever grief I had been feeling. My hot hockey captain pulled back, out of breath, his eyes lustful, longing. "There is no going back if you accept this Dahlia," His voice croaked. It was taking him so much to keep talking and not just dive in for what he wanted.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

I showered until the water ran cold, dressed in layers that hid everything, and walked to the rink through snow that fell in thick, silent sheets. Practice passed in a blur of white ice and controlled violence. I skated hard enough that my lungs burned and my vision tunneled. Damian’s voice cut through the noise only when it needed to. He never once looked at me longer than necessary. The careful distance he had always worn was back in place, thicker than before, as if the raw honesty of the night in my room had never happened. I told myself I was glad. I was lying.

Ant takes off down the ice with lightning speed. "Holy shit," Kateb mutters, echoing my own thoughts. This game feels like a professional match, with both teams giving it their all and refusing to back down. Ant finds himself surrounded by two defensemen, so he quickly passes the puck to Warren. Warren deftly maneuvers past another defender, slamming his hockey stick against the puck with precision. I clamp down on my lip, watching as the puck sails straight into the goal. "Hell yeah, Kohl!" Miller shouts, and the entire team erupts into cheers, including Kateb and Mason.

“Landon!” He pulled me into a quick hug. “Missed you this summer, Tessy. My family’s lake house wasn’t the same without you.” “I know, I’m sorry. Work was brutal.” We were still chatting when a deep voice cut through the room. “Do you mind? You’re blocking the door.” Ryder King — arrogant hockey player extraordinaire — stood there looking annoyed. We quickly moved aside. He strolled past like he owned the building. “What’s he doing in this class?” I whispered.