Dark Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Sliding behind the steering wheel, I wait for Julia to climb in, and watch Cole and his team pile into their SUV. As I steer us out of the basement, I pick up Julia’s hand and press a kiss to her skin, then place it on my thigh. “I want Grammy,” Andrei shouts. “Ten minutes, my boy,” I murmur. This is our life now. Kids. Family. Date nights. Sex at midnight before one of the kids wakes up. Running the mafia. Stopping at a red light, I look at my wife. “I love you, baby.” “And me,” Andrei chuckles.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

“I kissed him… no. He kissed me. I think. Oh my god. I don’t know.” “WHO. TELL ME WHO BEFORE I DIE.” I bit my lip hard. “Dominic.” Dead silence. Then she screamed. Like, actually screamed. “DOMINIC LAKES?! LIKE… DOMINIC DOMINIC?! THE HOCKEY PLAYER?! THE BAD BOY WHO LOOKS LIKE SIN??” “Yes!” I hissed into the phone. “Shut up before my whole street hears you.” “Tell me everything. Right now. Or I’ll come over there and drag it out of you.”

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

“Because hating you is the only thing I have control of right now, so save it.” I opened my mouth to respond, but was there a response for that? And that was all I could do because I would never be in his league. But now, his hate would destroy me. Zane leaned in closer, close enough that his breath ghosted over my lips through the gap in the boards. He was close enough that if I moved, even a tiny bit then I wouldn't miss. ”Don’t come to the rink again,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “Tomorrow morning, you’re the girl I’m in love with for the producers. And you’ll smile like this whole thing isn’t a nightmare.”

The Ice Hawks keep winning despite their star forward, not because of him. I send. I snap the laptop shut. Bag slung over my shoulder. Tunnel ahead....dim, echoing, smelling like wet pads and regret. I hate this place. Hate how every game turns into worship. Hate how I still come. Skates scratch behind me. Quick stop. "You're fast tonight." I don't turn. "Deadline." "Bullshit." His voice is low, amused. Closer. Gear clanking softly. "You had that piece done before the third even started."

Someone in the row behind us spilled popcorn everywhere. "Hockey is just violence with ice skates," Elena announced. "That's the point." "The point is stupid." I smiled. And despite myself, I started watching. Not the game. Him. Garrett was easy to find. Number seventeen. Dark jersey that complimented his smooth dark skin. That broad-shouldered, no-nonsense way of moving that made everyone else look like they were guessing. He didn't chase the puck. He anticipated it. Like he'd decided the outcome before the first drop.

But what happens when his secret is revealed? You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.