Dark Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

“If I had my way that daughter of ours wouldn’t be dating until she is thirty-five.” “You forget we were young like that once and hot for each other.” “Petal, I’m still burning hot for you like wildfire. I’m lusting after that amazing body of yours as we speak, in between having palpitations over Nastia and that guy out there. What is he, a jock of some kind? I mean he’s big, right?” Madi chuckles. “He’s a hockey player, you know who that is. He’s the kid that everyone is talking about, Ranger. He’s from New York, he transferred schools for the programme here in Austin.”

You've passed the point of no/Angel of music Return/You deceived me I gave you my mind blindly You try my patience Make your choice Pitiful creature of darkness What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you You are not alone When Emmy Rossum and Gerard Butler kissed, Daphnie started crying again; I also let a few tears fall. It was probably the most beautiful moment in the movie.

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

My hands kneaded her ass, spreading her open so I could fuck her even deeper, until she was arching into me, crying out with every stroke. I growled against her ear, my cock driving mercilessly into her soaked cunt. “That’s mine, Snow. Every inch of you.” Her nails raked down my chest, her body shuddering around me. Her breathless cries echoed in the dark. I couldn’t stop my hips slamming up into her again and again, faster and harder until the sound of our bodies colliding drowned out everything else. My cock throbbed deep inside her, and the pressure was boiling over.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to Emperor Wolves Restaurant. Can I please take your orders?” Rylan grits his teeth, still confused about why she is working here. Of course, he is not aware of everything that has happened. He has skipped college and even ice hockey practice to get over his heartbreak and also start preparing for the wedding. He has been busy, which has been helpful for him because the exhaustion keeps his mind distracted.

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

The dumb ass fucker she kissed in front of the entire crowd after that friendly match two weeks ago, right in front of my whole team. I hadn't forgiven her for it. Hadn't forgiven him either, honestly, though I'd told everyone including myself that I was over it, that it barely registered anymore, that Hailey Simmons wasn't worth a single second of my headspace. Turns out that was a lie too. "Well look who it is." Marcus grinned at our table like he'd won something just by walking through the door, his squad fanning out behind him like backup dancers. "Heard you got a new coach. Some washed up NHL reject, right?"

she gritted between clenched teeth. “Good girl.” He let go of her wrists and waited to see if she’d keep her word. She lowered her arms and held on to the seat of the chair. “Good girl,” he repeated. “Since tonight is Halloween, good girls get a treat.” Then he knelt behind her, lifted the ski mask over the lower half of his face, and bestowed hot, openmouthed kisses over every inch of her punished backside. Her throaty moan vibrated along his lips, his spine, his aching balls. He ran his tongue down the line of her thong, deliberately leaving a wet trail. She gasped and bent farther forward, offering him more.

And I had to override all my survival instincts to make that happen. “Thank you, my Love. For trusting me for such an important task,” crooned my mate, “I won’t let you down Onie. You can always count on me.” Then Grey brought my hand to his mouth and left a sweet kiss upon my knuckles. I blushed and nearly swooned like a chick from a romance novel. If Mom could only see me now, she would have been smiling ear to ear. Harmony White did not blush, nor did she ever feel weak in the knees. Her idea of romance had been to let that hot minor league baseball player eat whipped cream off her tits one night two falls back, and to let him fuck her near the bonfire. She had finished at least, but he h

The crack of gunfire echoed across the snow-covered lodge grounds, splitting the serene morning like a lightning bolt. Sebastian Volkov barely had time to register the sound before instinct took over. He shoved Noelle to the ground behind a decorative ice sculpture shaped like a reindeer. Snow sprayed into the air as she landed with an undignified “oof.” “Daddy!” she shrieked. “What’s happening?” “Stay down,” Sebastian growled, rolling over to cover her. His eyes darted to Nyra, who was already scanning the perimeter, a small pistol in hand—tenser than anyone should ever be before breakfast.