Ethan Edwards Hockey Novels & Stories

Because somewhere beneath all my frustration with Mason sat another uncomfortable truth, I was reacting. Meanwhile Mason always looked two seconds away from smirking through my breakdown. I hated that. Ethan noticed the shift in my expression and smiled faintly. “See? You’re thinking now.” “I don’t like when you sound smarter than me.” “Oh I absolutely do.” I shook my head softly before finally leaning back in my chair. For the first time all day, my thoughts felt less tangled. Across from me, Ethan lifted his drink slightly toward me. “To surviving emotionally unavailable hockey players.”

Lidya asked sarcastically. "Adrian is an assistant on the hockey club. He's Coach Joe's assistant, and this holiday he was assigned by Coach Joe to oversee my extra practice," Ethan said firmly. "If you cause trouble with Adrian, you cause trouble with the entire hockey team and Coach Joe." Hearing Ethan's words, Lidya immediately backed away. Anyone who dared to cause trouble with the hockey team would undoubtedly have to face the St. Dominic's higher-ups. The hockey team was the pride of St. Dominic, and among the higher-ups, Ethan's family and the families of several hockey team members were the biggest donors to the educational continuity at St. Dominic.

He looked at me. “It's about Ethan.” I frowned. “Who is Ethan?” Kael took a slow breath. “Justin's brother.” My stomach tightened. “What does he have to do with all of this?” Kael sat down. “Two years ago, I was playing in a junior hockey game.” I sat across from him. “Justin was there.” “Was Ethan playing too?” “Yes.” Kael looked down at his hands. “He was fifteen.” I listened carefully. “He was one of the best young players on the team. He looked up to me.”

Her brother was staring at Hunter Callum with the expression of someone whose entire personality had just been called into question by reality. "You're—" Ethan started. "We're late," Maya said immediately. "But he's—" "Ethan." Hunter looked at Ethan with something that might have been amusement. "Big fan?" Ethan opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You scored a hat trick against Vancouver in 2022," he said finally, with the gravity of someone reciting scripture. "From center ice. With eleven seconds left." Hunter nodded once. "Good game." Ethan looked like he needed to sit down.

"You know, I deserve to have someone in my bed, too." "Indisputably," I agree. "But you can do better than some wide-eyed freshman who thinks a hockey jersey is a personality trait." "Who says they don't know better?" Ethan looks genuinely stung. "I’m a damn catch! I’m the starting winger for a team on a historic winning streak, in case you forgot." "And you’re also still telling everyone you’re six-one," I tease. Ethan’s face falls. "Oh, relax. There’s no shame in being five-ten on a good day."

"You even chased me away. Even though I told you I wanted to buy one of the buildings in this area. You said I didn't have one thousand dollars. So ... I had to call my two men so you wouldn't think I was a beggar anymore." Harris stared in shock and was so stunned that he couldn't speak. He was confused about how to respond. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Ethan clicked his tongue impatiently, "But ... now I've brought my car and called my two men, but ... why am I still not allowed in?" Seeing Harris looking shocked, he spoke again, "Or ... do I have to show you my bank account so I can get in?" "Is that so, Sir?" Ethan added.

"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.

I tilt my head to the side and pretend to give the idea a deep thought. Ethan looks at me with creased eyebrows, “And what is it?” He asks, eager to know what's going on in my head. “What about we teach him some lessons? You know how we usually do it. I will ask uncle James for some tips to help with your python team.” I suggest and Ethan’s eyes brighten up immediately. “That's a good idea! I can't wait to see his face when my team wins against him!” His voice is confident. Sometimes, I help Ethan with tips from uncle James since he's a hockey coach of one of the well known clubs in the country. He's the reason why I love hockey so much.

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