Dark Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Most of all, he hated how Jaxon always made him feel a half-step too slow. Tonight was the final regular-season matchup between the Thunder Wolves and the Storm Hawks. The winner would carry all the momentum into the nationals. Zane had promised his team… and himself… he would crush Jaxon once and for all. The first period was pure war. Zane smashed Jaxon into the boards so hard the glass shook. Jaxon bounced right back, his eyes sparkling with defiance. “That's all you got, Zane?” he shouted over the screaming crowd. Zane responded with a sharp, nasty stick check, then stole the puck and fired it straight into the net. The red light flashed. Thunder Wolves 1, Hawks 0.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out of her darkness to another world, to another world of danger and guns. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their love will survive in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives ups and downs.

I looked down to my body, I was naked! And a man's….arm was around me!, I gasped, I just gave my first time to a stranger. He was facing the other side,I tried to move his hand, so I could at least see the face of the man I slept with. He turned, as I moved his hand, I frowned, when I noticed his face. Holy cow! This…person… Is Victor rival and enemy. Is the NHL hockey capital! Is the heir to a powerful family. “Shit!,”

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

I picked up speed and I pushed harder and the ice flew beneath my blades and I felt the wind in my hair and I felt my heart beating in my chest and I felt free in a way that I had never felt before, and for a moment I was not Alex Rivera the victim and I was not Alex Rivera the survivor and I was not Alex Rivera the heir, I was just a boy on the ice and that was enough. I did not hear him come in because I was lost in my own head and lost in the rhythm of my skates, but then I felt his presence like a warmth at the edge of my awareness, and I turned and there he was, Damien Blackwood, standing at the boards with his skates over his shoulder and his jacket looking too thin for the cold and hi

so easy to do what’s right in this situation for Daniel. And yet…he can’t bring himself to. Because the look on Dylan’s face Friday evening when Andre gets back to the dorm with two of the double chocolate pastries? it’s worth all of the gut twisting he endures when Daniel is around. Dylan does not enjoy hockey. If he had to rank all of the sports on a chart, hockey is so close to the very rock bottom. But….for the first time… basically ever …he wants to go the game this weekend.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.