Booktok Hockey Player Novelas e Histórias

Do you want to know why I think so? You see, once upon a time there was a girl that hated hockey and everything related to it, especially hockey players. She had a good reason as well. But suddenly Nathaniel Madox waltzed into her life and turned it all upside down. He made her realize that not everyone is out there to hurt her. He helped her see that as much as there were asshole hockey players, there was the same amount of kind and gold-hearted hockey players who were willing to top everything for those they loved and cared about.

Before Valeria could even open her mouth to politely decline, Shawn Sterling immediately stepped in. Shawn moved his tall body smoothly into the space between Valeria and the player. He didn't raise his voice or cause a scene, but his handsome face turned incredibly firm as he extended his hand for a cold, tight handshake. He looked the Canadian player dead in the eye, silently staking his claim and telling him to back off without saying a single aggressive word. The hockey player quickly got the message, clearing his throat nervously before backing away to join his teammates.

And that stung a little, even though I’d never met her. I was still stewing on that when the door opened and she walked in. Honey-blonde hair, pulled back in a loose tie, catching the light like it had been dipped in gold. Sea-green eyes that scanned the room without rushing, without really looking at anyone, until they landed on me. It felt like those eyes paused for just a fraction of a second longer before moving on. Mr. Turner called her name. Lila. And that’s when it clicked. I’d heard about her in passing already, snippets from guys in the locker room, chatter in the halls. She used to be one of the best hockey players this school had ever had. Better than most of the guys, from what t

Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked. By morning, the morning paper arrived and you won't believe the headlines : “STAR HOCKEY PLAYER ACCEPTS GIRLFRIEND'S PREGNANCY.” Someone should just kill me.

“I have a confession. I know you, we attend the same school and I’ve seen you occasionally. I also know this is what you do” I stared at him and wondered why I didn’t know him if he knew me “ I’m a hockey player in the school, you rarely come for our games so it seems that’s why you don’t know me” he continued “I also have a proposition for you. I’ve wanted to do it in the boy’s bathroom but I’ve been to much of a bitch to even give it a go” Was this guy kidding me? Hell no. I would just get my money abd fuck outta here. I ignored him and grabbed my bag to leave.

Another practically threw her bra onto the rink causing me to roll my eyes. But then, I caught myself staring. Not at the players but at him; Ledger Rivers, captain of the hockey team and the campus playboy. The guy with a unique style that probably had a signature trademark. Last night, he had whispered his address in my ear like it was an invitation to ruin and I accepted, thinking it would be a one night detour from heartbreak. But now, watching him on the ice, something shifted in me. He moved like he belonged there, like every muscle in his body was tuned for this moment.

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

I shot back. “Or consequences for acting like a drugged Kangaroo on camera?” His eyes narrowed. “Says the twenty one year old who dumped her drink down my back and called me a talentless pretty boy riding Daddy’s draft pick.” “Real mature.”He scoffed “You deserved worse,” I hissed. “You’ve been undermining me since my debut.” “Every interview, every presser, ‘She’s flashy but soft,’ ‘Women’s hockey isn’t ready for prime time.’ Now you need me to save your precious captaincy? Irony is delicious.”

Force my expression to remain neutral. “That's a big deal,” I say, keeping my tone light. “You nervous?” “Terrified.” He laughs, running a hand through his blonde hair. “We've been working toward this all season. Everything comes down to one game.” “You will be great.” I mean it. Adrian is talented, dedicated. I've heard enough about hockey from Maya to know he's one of the best players in the league. “I hope so.” He leans forward, his blue eyes finding mine. “Will you come? To the game?”

"Six years of constant chemical blockers. You’re lucky your heart didn't stop on the ice during Game 7." "I didn't have a choice," I snapped, a sudden spark of my usual fire hitting my chest. I glared at his broad chest, my hand trembling in his grip. "You think the Wolves would draft an Omega center? You think the league compliance board would let me run a first line against six-foot-four Alphas like you? They would have put me in a support registry or forced me into a support camp. I wanted to play hockey. I am a hockey player." "So you destroyed your body in secret," Sebastian muttered. He pinned the edge of the bandage down with a strip of medical tape. His eyes stayed on the white cotto