Novel & Cerita Ethan Edwards Hockey

"Good. Because there are scouts here tonight from six different teams, two sports reporters, and about twenty thousand fans who want to see what all the fuss is about." No pressure at all. The warm-up goes well, my legs feel good, my shot is sharp, and the crowd seems energized. As I skate around the ice, I can't help but scan the stands, looking for a familiar face even though I know she's four hours away in Milwaukee. But then, in the premium seats behind the bench, I see Ethan instead, sitting alone, wearing a Blackhawks jersey with my number on it. The bastard is wearing my number. Our eyes meet across the ice, and he raises his beer in a mock salute, his smile cold. He's here to watch m

Ethan froze to the point I thought he would crack as he watched his brother and the other players stare in awe, whispering words I couldn't make out. “Kavrian Hawk? No way…” The silence was shattered almost instantly. What started as stunned whispers exploded into loud murmurs and gasps across the stadium. “Is that really him? The Alpha’s first son?” “Holy shit, look at how he moves on the ice!” “I thought he hated mingling with people? Shit! He looks so confident!” “Suddenly, Ethan looks small compared to him.” My stomach twisted. Oh no.

He chucked. I clenched my hands into fists. “But… Protective. I like that.” Ethan said. His words were met with silence. But he didn’t let the silence stretch long. “I checked you out, you know. Online.” He grinned, teeth flashing. “Big shot hockey player.” I narrowed my eyes. “And?” “And,” he dragged it out like he was savoring it, “I think we should play. A quick game. First to three. Just to see how good you really are. Doesn’t matter there’s no ice… we’ll use what we’ve got.”

"Let's see, My name is Ethan Stone, I'm 19. I grew up here in Ohio. I graduated at 17 and went straight to college. I went to Ohio University Lancaster. I don't have any family, my parents died in a car crash when I was 17. I don't have a lot of friends, just two. Um... Let's see, I work at the bar down the street, bartending, but I also write books on the side. I hate sports, but if I had to choose a sport, I would choose hockey. And what else, Oh, I love the color green!" He said, flashing me a smile and I melted. "Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked after paying the bill. "I would love to!" I said, not wanting to leave just yet. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could.

I tried to step in “He’s from —” “I’m from a poor family,” Ethan said, voice steady even though I could hear the slight tremor. “I don’t have any inheritance. But I have properties I bought myself through hard work. I’m a hockey player, signed with Team Canada.” Pride swelled in my chest. That was my boy, refusing to shrink completely. But my brother ruined it immediately. “You want to marry a gold digger?” Benjamin sneered, rolling his eyes at Ethan. “How original, Hau. Bringing home someone who’ll bleed us dry.”

The owner of the iPad, a freshman named Maya bit her lip and handed it over, mumbling, “Sorry, Professor Hayes. We were just…” “Distracted,” I finished for her, my tone flat. The screen was still playing when I took it. Rhett filled it completely, helmet off, hair damp with sweat, jaw tense under the bright rink lights. He was in his Callum Blades uniform, that black and silver. A sideline reporter leaned in with her mic, voice bright. “Rhett, this was your third game back after injury, and what a comeback! Tell us, how did it feel being back on the ice tonight?”

He replied, making my mouth fall open in shock . The guy pulled his hands sexy and walked off , this time leaning me behind , I stood still rooted to a spot , first I was advice in diving Nadia and now I find out that Nate has a twin brother and it wasn’t Chase or Ryder it was someone else , what the actual fuck is going on .

Ethan studied me for a long moment, something unreadable behind his eyes. "He's over at the Titans corporate office in Silver Heights today," Ethan said, watching me carefully. "Managing the foundation budget for the quarter, if you were thinking about talking to your dad about any of this." "Not today," I said, straightening up. "I need to get through the game tonight first." Ethan gave a slow nod. "Alright." The rest of the day passed in a blur. Leaving Maple Grove Elementary behind, I drove back to my penthouse, changed out of my suit, grabbed my gear bag, and headed to Frost Arena.

The house buzzed with early arrivals, neighbors chatting over cold beers, laughter mingling with the distant call of gulls. Ryan spotted him from across the yard and bounded over, pulling Ethan into a bear hug that smelled of sunscreen and aftershave. "Man, you look like a city slicker now," Ryan teased, clapping him on the back. "Still building those glass towers that block out the sun?" Ethan chuckled, the sound rusty from disuse. "Someone's gotta pay for your fishing trips. Congrats, by the way. Sarah's a keeper."

It could be because of the fight I had with Jake’s friend when I needed his address to find Lila or two, she recognized me as the famous hockey player. Judging by the redness of her cheeks, the way her hands slammed over her open mouth, the way her eyes swelled with water, I am sure it’s because I am a hockey player. “Oh my God, you’re him… Ethan… Ethan Reed… The hockey… Player.” She stuttered, her voice still very much muffled, because her hands were still over her mouth. I smiled, “Hello.” I waved. “Ah!” She squealed. Okay… She is a huge fan.