Novel & Cerita Ethan Edwards Hockey

It was easier than counting the days since I'd last seen Daniel. Some nights I pulled out my phone and typed his name into the search bar. He was everywhere now. News articles. Sports blogs. College hockey highlights. His face filled my screen, and I let it. Just for a minute. Just long enough to remember what it felt like to be held by someone who didn't see me as a burden. Then I closed the browser and went back to my list. --- Finally, a small bookstore near the edge of town took a chance on me. It was crammed between a laundromat and a closed bakery. The owner was an older woman with silver hair and a reading habit that kept her at the register most days.

EASTON CARTER Ethan? What the fuck does he have to do with hockey? “Look, I know this doesn't look too good. But Ethan has promised to give a reasonable amount, investing in your skills. I don't see any reason why we should overthink this.” “For breaking up with my fiancée, there is every reason to overthink this.” He sighed, brushing a hand over his dark face. “Maybe you can talk things through with him. The NHL just started accepting private partners, and this is really good. Maybe he could work on the conditions?”

My whole body froze when I looked up and saw a bunch of Westlake players towering over me. “That's enough,” a deep baritone voice came from behind the players, and they parted instinctively. My eyes were blurry as he stepped forward, and I could only see him when he leaned closer to me, stretching a hand towards me. “Come… let me help you up.” My heart started racing like crazy as I stared at his green eyes, and I squealed in my subconscious. THE CAPTAIN OF THE WESTLAKE HOCKEY TEAM, WAS STARING AT ME WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS.

he stepped away from my chubby hands trying to reach for his phone. I pouted and resigned myself. The pictures were really sexy. I really don't take pictures but I think I should try , I look good in them. We talked for a while with drinks in hand. I was having a blast . Till my eyes met a certain someone. "What is he doing here?" I stared at Ethan in shock. In awe at how hot he looked and in slight pain at his close proximity with a beautiful red haired beauty. He was dressed in black pants and matching knee length jacket. He wore gloves; his smoking thick gelled hair stood out . His eyes were like the storm , the grey blazed in the night making me shiver.

Ethan grinned, “and maybe tickets to my game when I’m playing for Alabama South.” I smirked. “Didn’t know they accepted assholes like you.” “They don’t. I’m the first.” We shared a laugh, but it was hollow. My nerves were on fire. My head somewhere else. Ethan dropped me off with a slap on the back and a “Don’t do anything too illegal.” By the time I stepped into the rink, it was all cold air and quiet. The kind of eerie, echoing silence that made my teeth hurt. I made my way past the lockers. Past the forgotten helmets and worn skates.

"You looked like you wanted to kill me the second you set eyes on me at the mall." ​"I'm sorry for my rudeness earlier," I told him, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt. "I'm just... dealing with a lot right now." ​Ethan’s playful smirk softened, his gaze turning incredibly warm. "No, it's okay. I totally understand." ​"Thank you," I murmured, looking up at his towering frame. "How can you be so famous already? You're so young." ​"I skipped college to focus entirely on my hockey career. Went straight to the pros. I'm only twenty," he explained, looking down at me. "You?"

Ethan said. Ethan Edwards is a flicker and carefree guy who never bothers to bear any responsibility, he loves to party around with his friends and girlfriends. Although he works the entire day in the company with his elder brother Matthew Edwards, still he doesn’t devote himself to business yet. Steve wanted Ethan to accompany him to a business party, but he doesn’t want to go. He was pleading to his elder brother Steve to spare him and not to send him to the business party. “I know that, but today you will accompany me,” Steve said in a strict tone.

Ethan was already there, gliding smoothly, holding a hockey stick with ease. “Took you long enough!” Ethan teased as Ryan joined him. “Had to make a call first,” Ryan replied, smirking. They passed the puck back and forth, laughter echoing in the large rink. The stress Ryan had been feeling started to melt away with each glide and slap of the puck. Halfway through their game, Ethan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He skated over to the side, pulled off his gloves, and answered. “Hey, babe,” Ethan said with a grin, his voice softening.

Ethan squeezed harder, stroking through the fabric while his other hand wrapped lightly around Jax’s throat — not choking, just holding, possessive. “Stop…” Jax muttered, but there was no force behind it. His hips bucked forward into the touch, chasing the friction. Ethan chuckled darkly against his ear. “That’s what you always say. Then you cum so pretty for me.” The sound of footsteps outside the locker room snapped Jax back to reality. He shoved Ethan away hard, chest heaving. “Someone’s coming. Fix yourself.” Ethan stepped back, still smiling like he’d won. Jax quickly adjusted his clothes, pretending to search for something in his locker as the door opened and the rest of the hockey tea