Novel & Cerita Dark Hockey Romance

It was the middle of the night, and while it opened them up to be able to speed out of there, it also made them easy to spot. At least, it did until Hawk turned all the lights to the car off, and the two men took off into the dark, eager to get home. “Did you get what you needed?” Matthew repeated, and Hawk scoffed in the front seat. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course, I did.” Hawk said smugly, and Matthew sighed in relief with a smile. Matthew was so close to having his Juliet back that he could almost taste it. His freedom and happiness were so close; he just hoped she would still be there, waiting for him when he returned.

“Sure.” On her way out, she even made sure to close the door. By now, her nails were pale from all the pinching. Anne and the assistant immediately rushed toward her and began interrogating her. “What’s Mr. Scott and Miss Jenner doing in there?” Rubbing out the furrow in her brow, Zoey prepared herself to face the two ladies. “Drinking coffee.” Disappointed, Anne questioned. “Wasn’t there any sexual tension?” Zoey calmly replied, “Maybe they haven’t had enough time together yet.”

Adrianna White I drag a stool opposite Daniel and sit on it. "Who sent you", I ask again I asked not only for Lorenzo's sake. I think the Don of the Russian Mafia might be my target. I was going to enjoy carving my name on his heart. I thought with a chuckle. When he doesn't reply I dunk his head into the bucket of ice cold water for 20 seconds. He comes out sputtering and coughing. I uncover the bucket of leeches and make sure they're within his view.

I was trapped between him and the hard wood. He didn't stop. He moved against me, pressing his body close, asserting his dominance. My breath hitched. He kissed me until my head spun, until I was breathless and weak. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded, dark. He looked at my swollen lips, my flushed face, searching for something. He was looking for my reaction, my terror, my reluctant spark of something else.

“I don't think; I know it. Those two always end up with the same woman. It's like a curse or something. They can't help it. They have this—this competition. They’re like sharks smelling blood in the water. I should have known the second I heard you were working as his PA.” Looking at the man blocking my exit, my initial anger is melting away, and then there is this sharp pity. He's not just heartbroken; he's completely unmoored, inventing a reality where my choices are driven by some twisted family dynamic rather than his own neglect. "Odin," my voice drops to a dangerously quiet level. "Listen to me very carefully. You want to know what I did? I fell in love with Axel. That's it. It's a sim

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

"Liam is going to find out. When Liam finds out it becomes a locker room issue. When it becomes a locker room issue it affects team dynamic. Ryder is left defender, he and Liam need to work in sync on the ice..." "What you're trying to say is that," I said. "Ryder shouldn't be with Charlotte because it might affect a hockey formation?" "That's not what I said..." "That's exactly what you said." I looked at him steadily. "You said team dynamic. Which means the hockey comes first." "I said it's complicated..." "Everything real is complicated." I gestured with my fork. "If they actually feel something for each other, the complicated part is the part they work through. That's how it goes."

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:SLOANE ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ ✦ ✧ ✦ Some people say the universe has a plan. Those people have clearly never been stuck in Lexter Gray's arms while simultaneously wanting to both murder him and crawl inside his skin. I kept twisting. Fighting. Clawing at his stupid perfect arms. "You stood there and watched your girlfriend push me into the pool and now you want to ask me questions like some fucking savior."

I couldn’t sleep. The memory of her walking away followed me everywhere, even in my empty apartment. To escape the pain, I threw myself into hockey. I trained harder than ever, using the exhaustion to numb the emptiness in my chest. I gave everything I had to the game, skating until my lungs burned and my body could barely move. I pushed myself harder and harder until I finally made it to the NHL draft. And now five years had passed. Five years of silence and wondering where she was, whether she hated me, and whether she ever thought about those nights we spent together in college.

"How can I ever repay you?" ​A dark, unreadable expression crossed Ethan's face. He stepped closer, his shadow completely enveloping me. ​"You'll know soon enough," he murmured. ​Before I could process his words, his sleek black sports car pulled up to the curb. Ethan gave me one last, lingering look, slid into the back seat, and the car sped away into the night. ​I'll know soon enough? What on earth did that mean? ​"Well, girl, that was a beautiful game," Janice said, bursting into a chuckle the second his car vanished. "I absolutely loved the look on Cole's face when he saw you with a literal NHL star. God, if only he was truly your boyfriend."