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Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

And then it wasn't long before he left. That's when I opened this rectangular object in a hurry. When I opened the outer wrapping paper, I immediately saw the words ice hockey stick on the surface of the brown cardboard. That made me open it even more brutally until I finally saw the object that I used to hit the puck on the rink. I took it out of the box and held it carefully. When I dropped the box, a piece of paper came out. The paper said: Hi Gray Bear, since you scored the most and Frost Maple won the game continuously as you promised, I would like to give you a gift. It's not a big and expensive gift, but I hope you like it.

Arabel has spent years worshipping two people: the boyfriend who made her feel chosen and the mother who made her feel safe. Both shatter in one night. After catching Daniel and her mother together, she flees home and moves into the girls’ hostel at school, determined to disappear into hockey and silence. Damian Kane—her captain, the undefeated god of the ice—has always been off-limits. Controlled. Distant. Dangerous. The night she breaks, he finds her. What follows is brutal, carnal, and seared into her memory. She wakes up hating him for it. Only later does she learn the truth: Damian had been drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac. He was not entirely himself. And once the haze cle

I don’t stop running until I slam into the glass window of my favorite comic shop. I press my palms to the glass, shaking so hard my teeth chatter. My breath fogs the window. And then I see it. The new release. Hockey Star is Obsessed With Me. The final book. It’s propped up in the display like it’s waiting just for me. I push the door open and stumble inside. The bell jingles softly above me. The clerk barely glances up. I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle.

Antalya's POV The crisp air bit at my cheeks, but I barely felt it. The roar of the crowd was a physical thing, vibrating through the ice beneath my skates. Across the center line, Dominic loomed, a dark mountain of intensity in his gear, his focus entirely on me. The annual pack hockey tournament had become our unlikely battleground, a place where all our pent-up passion and competition found an outlet. “Ready to lose, little wolf?” he called out, his voice a low growl that carried over the ice and went straight to my core.

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

"Alright, Hawks! Let's move out! Time to get that cup!" Julian stood up smoothly. He picked up his heavy hockey stick with a iron grip, shoved his helmet over his head, and locked the visor down. He didn't say a single word, but the terrifying aura of the Ice King radiated from him so strongly that the players around him instinctively gave him a wide berth.

She said that she wanted some now, and he said that it was bedtime, and she said that babka was breakfast and that breakfast was for morning, and he said that was logical, and I laughed. He went to tuck her in again, and I stayed in the kitchen and cleaned up the plates, and when he came back he was holding a book that Lily said was for me. He handed me the book, and it was a children's book about a hockey player and a baker who became friends, and inside the front cover Lily wrote in wobbly letters that this is you and Daddy and that she drew a picture of us holding hands.

Ava’s POV By Thursday morning, the entire campus had turned into hockey madness. Blue and silver banners hung across buildings. Posters for the championship game covered almost every wall near the student center. Cheerleaders practiced routines outside on the lawn while music blasted through speakers loud enough to shake the pavement. Everyone was excited...well everyone except me. I stood beside Lily near the coffee cart, half awake and emotionally unstable, staring at a giant poster of Ryan Carter taped across the athletics board. HOCKEY CAPTAIN LEADS WESTBROOK INTO FINALS.

Three… Two… With a sound like a gunshot, the puck flies into the capitals net. The force is too much even for the goalie to stop it. Milliseconds later, the buzzer sounds. The audience explodes into rocks. Cheers. Phase of the freezer beside themselves with joy. I feel adrenaline pumping through my veins, almost as if I had been the one playing hockey. Aiden’s team skates toward him and pulls him into an aggressive group hug each cheering for him. The capital players watch with vitriol for a moment before skulking back to the locker room.