Novel & Cerita Booktok Hockey Player

‘You’re a professional hockey player? ‘Yup, I’ve played 4 seasons for the AHL and one Olympic with Russia’ he confessed nonchalantly, closing his eyes. Awestruck, I just stared, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t. All of a sudden I felt incredibly uncomfortable, bile rising at the back of my throat. Chris and my brothers always talked about pro athletes as if they were god, but hockey players, they were untouchable beings. Here I was, entertaining the idea that Sasha saw something in me. ‘I’m getting out’ I announced. Startled Sasha looked at me quizzically, he attempted to hold me by the hand, but I evaded his touch.

So much worse. “ If you’d focused on your Alpha training like you’re supposed to, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he’d said. “ You wouldn’t be splitting your time, and I wouldn’t be asking you to give up this childish obsession.” Childish. That’s what he called my dream. Hockey wasn’t just a sport to me— it was a part of who I was. And the upcoming game next month? It wasn’t just any game. It was the game. The one I’d been waiting years to play in.

I say dryly. “Come on, we have to go! I heard Enzo is playing today, and also there's a new player we should go watch today.” She said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Enzo was one of the players on the hockey team that Leah had been pining away for since our first semester. He barely gave her any attention, but she always went to each of his games, cheering him on, because she was convinced he liked her. “I'm not going, Lee. As for the new player, it's too early to set me up.” I said, grabbing some apples.

"Well, he is quite famous, and his name might ring a bell. His name is Jace Harrington, the hockey star." "What!" My heart and my jaw dropped simultaneously. The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers.

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"

Just the monitor, just the low hum of the hallway outside. I looked at the person standing next to my bed. "Let's get to know each other again.My name is Preston Beaumont," he said. "And I'm a hockey player."

he says, laughing at my face, “they’re not bad guys, but they’re all alphas or future alphas from big packs, with their own hierarchy thing us humans don’t really get, and they’re crazy good at hockey, like scary good.” “You know a lot about the team?” I ask, keeping my voice even as I start unpacking. “More than I should, probably,” he says, sitting up, more excited now, “my girlfriend Emma loves hockey, drags me to every game, and there are three co-captains: Logan Pierce, who’s already getting scouted by pro teams, Sebastian Knox, the tough guy, and Zane Cross, some kind of hockey prodigy, like the team’s big three.”

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

“I just need you to understand how young I was. I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done, but I don’t think I’m that kind of stupid anymore. At least, I hope not.” Mae places her hands neatly together on her lap. “Alright. I understand.” “So… his name was Theo. And as a kid, I thought Theo was short for ‘Theoen.’ I never asked anyone. I just assumed that was his full name because it was the only word I knew that started with those letters.” I pause, then add the part that really matters. “Fast forward fourteen years… I’m now a professional hockey player, and the number on the back of my jersey is… Theoen.”

“How did someone who couldn’t even play the hockey game well get into the big league? How did Sean Noble get to the top? Just asking.” “Where are the other officials? Couldn’t anyone stand up for Chase Maddox? Poor player.” “I can’t stand this. I am never watching any hockey game again…ever!” “As long as Sean Noble’s father still holds power in the country, no one is going to shine where Sean Noble is. Chase Maddox is better off without the big league. Call me crazy, but it’s the plain truth.” “I love Ice King so much, and he really doesn’t deserve this.” “Who else noticed that for the better part of the game, Ice King was sidelined?”