Gay Hockey Books Novels & Stories

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

Everyone questioned it but it had been the only rebellion I’d shown so they let it slide. I recall being happy seeing him play in my school and fucking win, beating our school a fucking five to one. Oh it made my day, seeing him warm up and skate around the ice. Except when I’d wandered away, checking through the list of things in our storage closet that night, preparing for our one-week-away school trip… I saw him. Soren Gregory—the fucking hockey god—on his knees in front of the one woman I hated the most… Anna. His on-and-off situationship everyone knew about.

My hockey step brothers Chapter 25 ~Serena ~ Nate was standing at the door , in his hands were some bunch of keys and then there was also a dagger in his hands . The bitch instantly fell to the floor but not without biting herself and fell to the floor making the blood flow out and making it look like I am the one who did that to her. When I raised my head to look at Nate , he was mad at me , his expressions said it all , I was in a deep mess, a very big one , I knew that I was in it .

he replied and slid the first of the two smaller books in front of me. On the cover was a shamrock with the silhouette of a howling wolf and the words ‘The Howling Shamrock Galway.’ I looked at it and traced my fingers over the embossed lettering. “What is this?” I asked. “It’s a pub, a tourist attraction really,” Alpha Colin replied and slid the second of the smaller books in front of me. The second book was identical except the lettering read ‘The Howling Shamrock Dublin.’ “So you’re saying that we own two tourist attraction pubs and that supported nearly a thousand people?” I asked suspiciously.

YARA POV Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the back of the heavy black SUV again. The drive through Manhattan was tense. Kieran sat on the opposite side of the leather seat, staring at his phone, completely ignoring my presence. When the vehicle pulled up to the private VIP entrance of the hockey facility, he finally looked at me. “Two hours, Yara,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “If you play games, Pavel will drag you back here by your hair.”

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the lingering feeling of violation. As I stood there, my emotions in turmoil, I couldn't help but reach for my phone. It was a reflexive action, a desperate attempt to escape the harsh reality that awaited me. With a trembling hand, I unlocked the device and opened the news app. The headlines were ablaze with news of Timothy Hayes, and my heart sank as I read the words that confirmed my worst fears. The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover.

But now he is growing up to becoming a pro who is becoming addicted to gay lover's. He had soon gotten used to the daily routine at the boarding school and of course his decision to join the gay club has been exonerating him from troubles of teachers and bullying from his seniors. As soon as Anslem stept into his dormitory, just at the right corner side of his bed, he saw a well arranged envelope placed on his bed decorated with with a mixture of red and purple stripes making a sign of love at the front. “Am I having another lover?.” He asked himself as he picked up the letter with a smile on his face.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*