Booktok Hockey Player Novels & Stories

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?”

“No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that." “Okay, no problem. I will just simply send this photo straight to George Kensington, Noah's father.” Tobias snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “And then I'll leak it to every major news outlet in the city. Let's see how fast your shiny new rink gets bulldozed to the ground.” He scoffed. “And let's see what happens to your precious hockey career when everyone finds out the Northcott captain is a faggot who sells his body to his rival for cheap money like a freaking prostitute.”

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.

“Accurate.” “I knew it. So many sports movies I've watched.” I walked further. “Who's your best friend on the team?” “Not really my best. We're just close. Noah Brooks.” “What position?” “Defense?” “Okay. What's your position?” “Center. I'm the playmaker. I offend and defend.” “Oh, cool.” Before I could say anything, the locker door suddenly swinged open. A tall hockey player walked in. His eyes landed on Trevor, then on me.

I tuned most of it out, focusing instead on the restless movements in the room. Someone’s leg bouncing against the floor. A stick tapping against the chair leg. The faint squeak of skates shifting in their guards. And then, as if the noise wasn’t irritating enough, my eyes landed on him. Asher Beckett. Star player. Poster boy of Boston’s hockey program. No seriously, he was on the school’s brochure last year for the hockey program. He was sitting amongst the hockey players, broad shoulders filling out his jacket, arms resting loosely across his knees. His expression was calmer than the others with his long brown hair falling into his eyes.

The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me.

"Now what do we have here? A beautiful garden. See, Ryan? Your sister is planning a future in fine arts, and you’re planning a future in assault." "Hockey isn't assault, it’s a sport!" Ryan argued, running off to the living room to turn on the TV. Within seconds, the familiar, booming voice of a sports commentator filled the apartment. "And with the playoffs just weeks away, all eyes are on the Chicago Blizzard. Captain Aaron Carter is coming off a thirty-goal season, earning him the moniker 'The Ice King' once again. But sources say his off-ice demeanor remains as frosty as ever—" I lunged for the remote on the counter and hit mute so fast the plastic clicked.

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.

I asked, curious. He grinned wide. “Because you were chosen to be part of the team!” I smiled faintly, a spark of old pride flickering inside. Of course they had to pick me. I had been in the academy since I was a kid—hockey was in my blood, even if my father had tried to poison it. “That’s good.” But then Blake’s expression turned sad. “What is it?” I pressed. He hesitated. “Liam is the captain.”

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.