Ethan Edwards Hockey Novels & Stories

"I shouldn't be saying this but...I need your help, Mister Edwards. I know that you're the only one that could help me find her." "You're asking help from your competitor? Wow, that's new." "If it wasn't for my daughter, I won't ever ask help from an Edwards." He said meaningfully. "So... are you gonna help me or not?" "I can't decide yet. But we'll see. I often change my mind." The lad answered with a smirk on his face. The old man sighed because of that. It was never easy to talk to an Edwards and he doesn't accept any kind of rejection. But the situation is different. His daughter is involved and he would do everything to have her back.

His shirt tore from scraping against the cement. “Edrick!” I called, but he wasn’t listening. With a growl, Edrick climbed back to his feet. I could see bits of blood beginning to bead up on his skin where his shirt had torn, but the cuts didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Ethan charged at him again and feinted to the right, but Edrick was on his toes and caught Ethan. He picked Ethan up by the neck with one hand, then slammed Ethan into the ground. He was going to kill Ethan.

He's still annoying but I have been ignoring him just like I vowed to myself, except for a few instances when I couldn't tolerate and I had to confront him. I have been helping Ethan to train for the first hockey game of senior year because I know how important the game is to him. I’m also aware of his dreams of joining one of the top tier hockey universities because his dream is to become a professional hockey player and I want nothing but for him to reach his dreams. As his girlfriend, I’m ready to support him so that he can reach his dreams. I asked some tips from uncle James and he sent us a few clips of his hockey team training to help Ethan learn some new skills, drills and strengthen

Hockey was the only place I could breathe, the only place where all the noise in my head shut off. Thank God Skylar had finally responded to my texts, otherwise, my tumultuous emotions would have exploded by now. When I stepped onto the rink, the crisp chill hit me instantly, cooling the fire under my skin. The sound of blades slicing into the ice was like a balm. Liam, Zayne and others were already out there, lazily passing the puck back and forth. Ethan wasn’t skating already though. He was just pacing at the edge of the rink, helmet tucked under his arm, his shoulders stiff. I raised my brows at him in surprise while his eyes, so like his younger sister's, snapped to me the second I walke

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

The digital world did not sleep, but for once, it was not mean. By morning, the picture from the dark hallway of the stadium was everywhere. It was on every sports news site and social media page. The picture was simple: the star captain, still in his hockey gear, pressing the winning puck into his photographer’s hand. But the feelings in the photo were huge. Adrian’s big hand stayed over Ethan’s wrist. Adrian looked at Ethan with deep care, and Ethan looked back with soft surprise.

That was when Tyler understood why Ethan was so bold to come in alone. "L-Let's stay civilized," Tyler quickly stuttered. Just then, Edward's stern voice came from nearby. "Apologize to the official immediately!" Ethan glanced sideways to see Edward walking out with his cane. Edward took the main seat and scrutinized Ethan closely. "You look unfamiliar. You're not from Breeze City, are you? May I know your name?" "Ethan Rivers." Edward smiled. "That’s a good name, and you've accomplished so much at such a young age—far more than my three sons, at least."

"I'm trying my best to earn my place in your world." The sincerity in his voice is a sucker punch. "That...that sounds like quite a challenge, Weston," Ethan says, adjusting his glasses. "I've heard a lot about you from Mia. You're a professional hockey player, correct?" "Yes, sir. I play for the Toronto Raiders." The "Interrogation" has officially begun. He's nervous, but he's holding his ground. "I've seen your games. You have grit, kid." Ethan's gaze shifts to his daughter. "It seems he's quite devoted to you, Mia."

It was Adam, "Ethan, Beta Hanson is awake. You need to come quickly." At Adam's words, Ethan still unsatisfied erection disappeared. He thew his shirt back on and followed Adam into another room where Beta Hanson rested. He looked terrible but better than he had earlier. He sat up slightly when he saw Ethan. "Ethan, your father, it's a trap.", he said weakly. "I'm too late. I'm sorry, there's hundreds of them Ethan. They're not interested in peace. They're going to torture and kill him on the order of Alpha Conway."