Ethan Edwards Hockey 소설 & 이야기

Inside, the place smelled like beer and fried onions. Hockey highlights played on three muted televisions above the bar. I spotted Ethan immediately. He was already at the table in the back corner, one arm stretched along the back of the booth, a half-empty pint glass in front of him. He had changed into dark jeans and a black shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders. He looked up when I approached and that same slow, cocky grin spread across his face. “Clara Evans. I was starting to think you won't show up.

Instead, it reminded me just how special this opportunity really was. Outside baggage claim, a volunteer wearing a USA Hockey polo pointed us toward a shuttle bus. “Showcase players this way.” The bus filled quickly. There wasn’t much talking at first. Everyone stared out the windows or scrolled through their phones, probably pretending they weren’t nervous. A kid with dark hair sitting across the aisle finally broke the silence. “You Logan Shaw?” I looked up. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Thought so. Hartwell University.” “That’s me.” “I’m Ethan.”

His gaze drops to my neck, and the corner of his lip quirks. “Blake,” growls Ethan. “What does he want?” When the girl leaves, Blake walks toward us with his hands in the pockets of his breeches. Halfway across the grassy expanse, he halts. Ethan sniffs the air, then jumps to his feet. The two of them turn their heads toward the hill on the other side of the castle. “What is it?” I ask, alarmed, as I get up. “Horses. Fergus. Vladimir. And... and John.” Ethan’s body is rigid, his breathing hard. “They’re coming. I can smell them. And blood. I smell blood. Lots of blood.” He swallows, and his face whitens. “John’s blood.”

--- The arena buzzed with pre-game energy. Players crossed the hallway carrying equipment bags while staff hurried between offices. Even with everything happening, hockey didn't stop. It never did. Ethan met us outside the locker room. Without a word, I handed him the contract. He passed it directly to Mason. "Read every page," Ethan instructed. "I already planned to," Mason replied. I folded my arms. "I still think you're overreacting." "I still think you're underreacting," Ethan answered. Before either of us could continue, Ryan approached carrying his gear over one shoulder.

Ethan hesitated for a moment before responding, "Alex Richards." The name hit Timothy like a bolt of lightning. Alex Richards—a renowned player he hadn't seen or heard of in a while. Memories flooded back, a time when they used to share the same rink, the same passion for the game. The news caught him off guard, stirring a mixture of surprise and a tinge of nostalgia. "Alex? But he's been away training with a team in Canada, hasn't he?" Timothy's voice betrayed his astonishment. Ethan nodded gravely. "Yes, and now it seems like he's being transferred. To our rivals," he explained, his tone clipped.

The coach scolded Ethan and told him to apologize, but instead, he crossed his arm around his chest and marched to the bleachers then buried his face into his leg. The coach's eyes met Gavin's. Gavin gave him a gesture to leave the field with the boy. The coach nodded obediently and left. Gavin waited a while before he entered the field. He picked up the puck and hockey stick. He asserts, " Why don't we play together?" Ethan gasped softly and raised his head, his blonde hair obscured his vision. His fingers clenched and he said, " What are you doing here?" " Just came to play hockey with my son." He replied, shrugging.

She quickly got down from her dad's lap and tried to hide her chocolates behind her back. “I think, my prince,” She yelled, quickly stuffing some chocolates in her mouth and running away from mom. He went inside the house before her mom could catch her from consuming her favorite chocolates. Elena Edwards is the only daughter of Chase Edwards. He is a well-known businessman, running thousands of companies throughout the city and earning more than enough to provide her with everything she wants. She has three overprotective brothers, Noah Edwards, Brandon Edwards, and Eric Edwards. Noah Edwards is a famous Football player who is like a celebrity. Brandon Edwards is a renowned businessman, run

"He’s already claimed! Who do you think summoned that blizzard just now? And did you think that drone navigated the rafters on its own for the fun of it?!" The student scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the snow. "I guess I was too slow on the skates again." At that exact moment, the heavy crunch of boots on frozen gravel echoed from behind us. I turned and found myself looking into Ethan’s sophisticated, razor-sharp face. Under the pale, pearlescent glow of Valeria’s moon, his features looked as though they had been carved from the very ice of the rink. "Hello... Sir..." The hockey player watched as Ethan moved to stand at my side, trying to place the older man’s rank. "You mus

“He’s gonna be happy about the news.” “No, he’s gonna be slightly pissed, then confused, then maybe happy in like five years.” Xander snorted. “Sounds right about Ethan.” The door pinged open, and in steeped Ethan, his hair was damp probably from taking a shower after practice. He was putting on jeans and his hockey jacket, with the C indicating captain on it. I will always be super proud of my boy for this achievement. “Hey, Mom.” He hugged me quickly, then nodded at Xander. “Hayes.”

Clinton's POV “Blunt! Heads up!” I barely register Jack’s shout before the puck whizzes past my stick. Cody snatches it, skates hard down the left, and fires. Goal. The red light flashes. “Two–zero, baby!” Cody whoops, lifting his stick like he just won the Stanley Cup. I grit my teeth. The ice is cold under my skates. Sharp. Alive. Usually, that’s enough to pull me back…the scrape of my blades, the thud of the puck against the boards, the frozen air burning my lungs. This rink is home.