Dark Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

she cried out, her frustration boiling over as he continued to withhold the pace she craved. A dark, satisfied glint sparked in his eyes. He let out a low, guttural growl against her skin. “Remember, you’re the one who asked for this.” In the next heartbeat, his restraint snapped. He let go of her hands to grip her hips tightly, and she wrapped her legs around his hips in anticipation as he slammed into her, making her cry out in pleasure. His thrusts turned brutal, deep, and punishing as he finally let his hunger take over. Rosa’s cries grew louder, echoing through the room, but she didn't pull away—she clung to him, needing the intensity. She arched her back, pulling him down into a fierce

“I’ll have a large hot chocolate with extra whipped cream paired with some scones and jelly doughnuts with extra sugar coating please.” Something warm and irritating settled in my stomach immediately as my head snapped up, only to meet a pair of stormy grey eyes staring back at me and of course flashing with mischief. I stared at him, surprised, and it took me a moment to find my words as he had caught me off guard. “What are you doing here?” I hissed through clenched teeth, almost rumpling the menu in my hand. “I thought you had practice.” “Wow. Someone certainly sounds thrilled to see me,” Ryder Hayes stood at the other side of the counter with a hockey bag slung over one shoulder, and a g

Not the nineteen thousand people in the stands who had come for hockey and were about to get something that would generate considerably more conversation at considerably greater volume for considerably longer than any hockey game had managed in recent memory. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The ice gleamed. The clock started. The puck dropped. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And the thing that had been building since October began its final approach. ----- _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle's grudge against him was getting old. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

Light spills from every window across a front lawn where clusters of students stand in the October cold with red cups, shouting conversations over the noise. Americus walks toward the entrance like she is leading a military operation. I follow because I have apparently agreed to this. Riley walks beside me at a measured pace that suggests she is here in a supervisory capacity and has made peace with that role. Inside, the hockey house is exactly what I expected and somehow still more overwhelming than I prepared for. The hardwood floors are sticky. The music comes from speakers that probably cost more than my textbooks combined. The walls vibrate with it.

When the food came, it was incredible—avocado toast with poached eggs, fresh fruit, and some kind of pastry that melted in my mouth. "So," Paloma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Tell me about yourself. What's it like dating a famous hockey player? Is it as glamorous as everyone thinks?" I laughed, almost choking on my coffee. "Glamorous? Not exactly. More like chaotic and complicated and occasionally terrifying." "Terrifying?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "The attention," I explained. "The cameras. The fans. Everyone having opinions about your relationship. It's a lot."

Lumapit ako rito at tinutok ko sa leeg nito ang dagger na hawak ko at pinag landas 'to mula leeg hanggang sa mukha nito, ng umabot na sa pisngi nito ang dagger na hawak ko ay marahas na hiniwa ko ang pisngi nito pababa sa leeg nito. Pagkatapos nun ay gamit ang hawak na dagger ko ay inangat ko ang ulo nito at hiniwa ang kabilang pisngi nito. Blood is now dripping down from his face. Walang magagawa ang awa sa 'kin. 'pity is one of people's soft weakness'

“First of all, even if I hate Drake right now, he will never do anything you don't want. Secondly, we aren't really dating each other. If you were my woman, that is where I would hate the idea of you being in the same space with that bastard.” Paul closed the gap between us and cupped my chin. He wrapped his arm around my waist and gripped my chin a little tightly. He pulled me closer to his body until my front was heavily pressed up against his. I felt every part of him, his muscles, his warm skin and his growing hardness against me. Heat was starting to fill my body, especially between my legs at our proximity. It made me start to pant. “Even if something happens between you and Drake, I d

“No!” Matthew explained, “I’m just upset that I’m not the first man you met and that I only met you after you’ve been hurt by others! “Christina, it’s not too late. Be my girlfriend and let me take care of you. I won’t let you be hurt anymore…” Before she could reply, a sarcastic laugh rang in her ears. “Young Master Henderson, have you changed your career to be an actor? Which drama are you rehearsing for?”