Novel & Cerita Ethan Edwards Hockey

Either way, I still smiled and greeted all of them as they smiled back at me or waved. “Nice to meet you.” I told them all, as Caleb was already being dragged into a chair in order to get his hair perfectly styled and to get his makeup done. “Ah, so you are the one that stole Caleb’s heart? We’ve heard a lot about you, Reese. Welcome to the crazy hockey family.” Ethan, the team’s defenseman, grinned. He had blonde spikey hair and soft freckles on his nose which made him look handsome in a boyish kind of way.

“Thanks. Lining up against you was surprisingly daunting. You’ve got such a friendly face but you play like a fucking machine.” Ethan’s massive arm draped possessively over Milo’s shoulders as he grinned. “He’s modest. He’s a terror out there.” Ethan reached into a bag beside his chair and pulled out a couple of Phoenix pucks and a white Sharpie. “You boys mind signing these for my kid? He’s obsessed with the new Center duo.” Ryder and Jax both grinned and signed them without hesitation, still a surreal experience. Ethan thanked them warmly, then stood. “Let me get everyone another round. Be right back.”

I couldn’t sleep. The memory of her walking away followed me everywhere, even in my empty apartment. To escape the pain, I threw myself into hockey. I trained harder than ever, using the exhaustion to numb the emptiness in my chest. I gave everything I had to the game, skating until my lungs burned and my body could barely move. I pushed myself harder and harder until I finally made it to the NHL draft. And now five years had passed. Five years of silence and wondering where she was, whether she hated me, and whether she ever thought about those nights we spent together in college.

"Ethan, please... put the paper down. Let me explain "What is this?!" Ethan screamed, his voice breaking into a sob as he threw the envelope onto the marble island counter. "You sat in a specialist's office today! You have a dangerous heart condition! Your heart muscle is damaged, you need a defibrillator, and you can never play hockey again!" Adrian took a slow step forward, raising his hands in a calm, placating gesture. "Ethan, listen to me "Don't tell me to listen!" Ethan cried out, taking a sharp step back, wiping his wet eyes with the back of his sleeve. "You've been lying to me for two whole weeks! Every morning! Every night! Every time you kissed me and told me everything was routine

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."

I needed— A wall of muscle and sweat slammed into me. “Watch it,” I muttered automatically, stepping back— And froze. Oh, great. Just my luck. Ethan. In full hockey gear, shoulder pads and all, holding his helmet under one arm, his hair messy from practice. His eyes were as pale as the ice he skated on. We’d never exactly been friends. I was fine with that. “Isabella,” he said, looking vaguely surprised to see me. I gave him the barest nod and moved to sidestep him. No way was I up for small talk with one of Logan’s hockey goons.

(Adeline’s POV) “Dwarf, hurry up!” Juan’s voice thundered from downstairs. Irritation laces every word. I rolled my eyes while struggling to clasp the back of my dress. It was already 7 p.m., and clearly, he was getting impatient. Let him wait. He was the one who dragged me to his hockey team’s victory celebration. I could’ve stayed home, ordered takeout, and watched trashy reality TV. Finally, done. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans. Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough. Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture. At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the toilet. Which is exactly why I need Summer to tutor me. No matter what it takes. He makes his way through the crowd, and people part for him automatically. Richard Ashford, former NHL legend, current billionaire sports agent. Everyone knows who he is.

Practice had just ended when Tyler caught up with Ethan near the locker-room exit. “Hey. You heading straight back?” Ethan adjusted the strap of his bag. “That was the plan.” Tyler fell into step beside him. “Do something normal instead. There’s a new hockey movie that just opened. We could catch the evening showing.” Ethan gave him a sideways look. “A hockey movie.” “Call it research if it makes you feel better,” Tyler said lightly. “Or just a break from the rink that still feels related. Either way, it’s better than another night staring at the same walls.”