Dark Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

Whenever I have fucked women, I have never seen their faces as I prefer to close my eyes, and every time I close my eyes, the image of Elena appears in the dark. But this time her image was blurring and it was getting replaced by someone else. I picked up the speed and the moans of the woman under me grew louder while I tried to focus on the image. The girl was looking a lot like Elena and she was illuminating light in the dark. With every thrust the image of the girl was getting clearer. I came hard the moment I recognized that the girl is none other than Nikki who is acting like a light in my dark.

Right in front of the world I had built to drag her back to me. A dark, suffocating rage clawed its way up my throat. For months, Danica had been mine. Behind closed doors, in the quiet, shadowed corners of the hockey house, she was the hidden flame I returned to night after night. I hadn't needed to woo her. I hadn't needed to play the romantic games that lesser men played; I was the captain, the dominant force on this campus, and I took what I wanted with a cold, possessive certainty. I thought the raw, unyielding heat between us was an anchor she could never break away from.

Sebastian said. Damian almost smiled. "I'm a hockey player. Romance isn't my strong suit." "Your strong suit is checking people into boards." "And scoring goals." "And looking good in a jersey." "And—" Damian stopped. He looked at Sebastian. At the man who had made a blood oath on his father's grave. At the man who had taught an eight-year-old how to stand up. At the man who had held him in an abandoned rink while he fell apart. "I love you," Damian said. "I want to marry you because I love you. The hockey is just a bonus."

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

The two guys were conversing with one another when Sofia casually inquired about Inez, to whom Inez openly answered the questions. "How did you two first met?" Sofia questioned with excitement because she adored them together. She had no idea how toxic they were, even though they appeared to be created for each other. Damien responded by placing his hands on hers and saying, "She kissed me and I fell love her, that's all. Half-truth: She kissed him, but his obsession with vengeance caused him to go blind. Sofia murmured, "Aww..how sweet," as she regarded them.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

“There's plenty of fish in the sea. And I'm a fucking shark. I don't care about one cute little goldfish. It's more important right now for me to lay in my bed and try to get the room to stop spinning.” “Alright, man, whatever you say,” Sean said, standing up from the couch. “Let's get out of here then.” Blondie and the Brunette tugged on Oliver's arms as he tried to leave the VIP. “Wait, baby, can't we go with you?” they asked. Oliver turned around and smiled. “Of course.” They both grabbed their purses and got up, with excitement written all across their faces. “Really?” Blondie asked. “No, not really,” he said, shaking his head. “You two have a good night. I hear there's a defenseman for

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

She shot me daggers and I gave her a bored look, even yawned for dramatic effects. The man must have noticed what was happening so he quickly talked. 'Just came to say hi, cause I saw you standing alone and thought you might need some company'. 'Uhm'. Was all I said. 'So....I'm Lucas. Lucas decries'. 'Uhm'. 'Your name?'. 'Err--yeah--maya'. 'Such a lovely name'. 'So I've heard'. 'Yeah...and this is Adrianna'. 'Uhm--ok'. 'It's nice to meet you'. Adrianna said through her teeth.