Novelas y relatos de Coach Ukai

When I arrived at my wedding in my bridal gown, I found an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage. My fiance, Derek Hale, was holding the hand of his "girl bro," Chloe Shaw. With a smile, he handed me a pair of boxing gloves and explained, "Vivian, this is a tradition from my hometown. The bride has to get into the ring and wrestle one of the groomsmen for good luck. I asked Chloe to go up. Just play along for a minute." Looking at Chloe, who was always acting frail and sickly, I did not think much of it and stepped straight into the ring. But the next second, she threw an extremely professional spinning kick and knocked me unconscious with a severe concussion on the sp

Olivia Jamerson spent years stewing in hidden rage for the person behind all her high-school ridicule and embarrassment. That person was none other than Joshua Taylor, son of the football coach and the famed bully of Westminster High. Students feared him, his friends revered him and teachers were sick of him. Two years after graduation and leaving town, Olivia had changed her whole appearance and character so much that no one could recognize her. Drowning in the sea of New Yorkers, Olivia finally felt that she had left her past behind and become a whole new person. At least that was the case until she bumped into the unlikeliest person she expected to meet in the big city—her old bull

Kian Park, a college student in a prestigious SN University, gets hired as a tutor of a bubbly and cute high school girl named Mina. Cold, smart, quiet and handsome, Mina falls for him every day. As she tries to befriend him, Kian Park keeps distance from her, trying to hide his real identity. Mina lives with his rich grandfather who resents her family for pursuing their love for music. Her dad, a band's vocalist; her mom, a music coach; her brother, a band member, all of them have left her, making Mina never want to play her guitar and sing again.She conceals scars from her past. But, Kian Park can see and feel Mina's unheard pain. For her, Kian's eyes have become her home where she no long

“You chose them over me,” Jules whispered, her voice breaking as Adrian walked away, “and now I’m paying for both our choices.” The bro code was simple: teammates don't touch each other's sisters. Jules Rowan broke it anyway. Adrian Cross was supposed to be her brother's best friend, not hers. The brooding transfer student with eyes and secrets carved into his skin. He was off-limits in every way that mattered. But Jules was tired of being the perfect coach's daughter, so she pursued him. Seduced him and made him break every rule for her. One stolen kiss in the equipment room changed everything. Now her father won't speak her name, her brother wants Adrian's blood, and the enti

"Show me exactly how much you crave this, especially when it’s someone you’re supposed to loathe." One hundred nights. One hundred different men who know exactly how to push you to your absolute limit. This isn’t romance. This isn’t love. This is the dark, intrusive obsession that keeps you up at night, the kind of heat that floods your mind when you think you’re finally alone. Stepbrothers who corner you in the steam of a shower. Priests who hold you captive at the altar. Mafia dons who command your attention and leave you desperate for more. The coach who swore he’d never cross that line—until he shattered it. Every forbidden, unspoken scenario you’ve ever entertained, brought to life in r

To help my wife, Mia Lowell, through labor, I blew a fortune on the latest paternity-linked pain transfer device. Right before she went into the delivery room, Mia grabbed my hand. Tears streamed down her face. "Honey, if it gets too painful, turn it off. I can't stand watching you suffer." A nurse gave me one last reminder. "Sir, the device automatically transfers the pain to the baby's biological father through DNA matching. Please be prepared." The device switched on. I felt nothing. Not a twinge. Just as I started wondering if I'd gotten scammed, a scream ripped through the hallway. Ryan Duffy. My best friend dropped to the floor, clutching his stomach. "Aaaagh!" A second lat

Rory Callahan never wanted to be a headline. She only wanted to play hockey. As the first woman signed to the professional Titans hockey team, she has spent two brutal seasons fighting for her place in a world determined to push her out. Her greatest obstacle is Jaxon Kane, the team’s arrogant captain, whose cold glares and cutting words make it clear that he believes she does not belong. But when a public scandal threatens Jaxon’s career and Rory is once again painted as angry and impossible to coach, management forces them into the perfect lie: a fake relationship. Now, the man who once humiliated her is holding her hand before cameras, sharing an apartment with her, defending her to th

Two hundred and twelve dollars. That is all I have to my name. I moved to Miami to save my ruined journalism career. Instead, I ended up sweating inside a forty-pound foam hockey mascot suit just to pay my rent and keep my press credentials alive. Then came the home opener. One empty locker room. Three dangerously elite men. Lucian Voss, the ruthless head coach with eyes like ice. Gavin Steele, the heavily tattooed, quietly terrifying goalie. Zane Cole, the arrogant star forward with a lethal smile. It was supposed to be a catastrophic, one-time mistake. A lapse in judgment I could bury forever. But now, I am staring at a positive test. Triplets. I thought the pregnancy was

My wife's gym is celebrating its grand opening, and I drag my buddy along to check the place out with a 9.90-dollar trial class I bought through an e-commerce platform. For the entire time, I never once let it slip that I'm the owner. Right after we finish training, a male coach tosses a price sheet at us. His eyes sweep over us with contempt as he says, "You two look like freeloaders. Our private sessions cost a few hundred each, and we don't offer freebies to people like you." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "We paid for this trial class. How is that freeloading? Go get your manager." He rolls his eyes and makes it seem like he's enforcing a very important rule. "Don't bother looking fo

Attending the ten-year high school reunion for the cheerleading squad and football team, I arrived in an old domestic Ford, while the parking lot was filled with Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maybachs, and even a gold Bugatti. It was as if I were the only relic from another era. The moment I stepped out of my car, a former classmate, whose name I could no longer remember, looked at me with a sneer. “Well, if it isn’t the coach’s pet. How is it that after all these years, you’re still driving this beat-up old Ford?” “This thing looks like it belongs in a scrapyard from the last century!” During dinner, everyone gathered around the Bugatti owner, raising their glasses in celebration, while I was