Hockey And Ice Skater Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

It was the only smell that ever made me feel like I could actually breathe. I didn't turn on the big overhead lights. I sat on the wooden bench in the dark, my fingers trembling slightly as I laced up my skates. I started to glide, picking up speed, feeling the wind hit my face. I wanted to skate until my legs burned. I wanted to skate until I forgot about everything. I was halfway across the center line when I heard a sound. I spun around, In the dim light of the emergency exit signs, I saw a figure standing near the visitor's goal. He wasn't wearing his jersey. He just had on a black shirt and his hockey pants.

Chapter 140 TRINA'S POV I couldn't believe I was doing this. Fucking Christ. My bag felt like lead as I clutched the straps, my heart pounding as I walked into the empty rink, the sound of skate shoes against ice loud. My gaze darted around the fully geared players skating through, their stickers hitting and sliding the puck across the ice while the coach watched from the sidelines. My gaze fell on the hunched figure on the sidelines, dark hair falling into his face.

I blush crept along my cheeks as I thought about what happened after he taught me how to skate. But then I started to think about how much he loved hockey and how it was still such a huge part of his life despite his being an alpha now and not having the time to play. I wondered briefly if our children would like hockey as much as their father does. I wondered if Aiden would teach them how to skate and maybe even teach them how to play the game.

I smiled and looped my hand through hers, pulling her out like a rom-com hero saving the damsel—but make it girl power. ~~~ Indoor Skating Hall Hazel looked around the skating rink, wide-eyed and confused like I’d taken her to an alien planet. “What are we doing here?” she asked. I smirked. “Obviously, we’re here to become Olympic figure skaters and win gold for the nation.”i said, my voice laced with sarcasm. She blinked. “But I don’t know how to skate. And we don’t even have skates—”

Or satisfaction, the way you feel when a play you designed finally works on the ice the way it worked in your head. It was not that. It was enormous. That was the only word that fit. The moment his mouth found mine it was like something that had been compressed for three years finally had room to exist at full size, and the size of it frightened me in a way I had not been frightened by anything since I was nineteen years old and skating in my first NHL game wondering if I was enough. I did not scare easily. I needed Luca to never know how much that moment had undone me. ++

I scream, my voice echoing off the high ceilings like a desperate animal. The warm-up music dies. Skates scrape to a halt. Every head turns toward center ice where Ryder stands like a god among mortals—tall, broad, helmet off, dark hair messy and damp. That signature cocky grin stretches across his stupidly perfect face as he flips through my private notebook.

She stood at the edge, her scarf pulled tight against the chill, her sketchpad still tucked under her arm. The rink stretched out before her, its surface gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Knox was already there, gliding across the ice with an ease that bordered on arrogance. His movements were precise, each stride powerful and controlled like a pro, his stick flicking a puck with a sharp crack that echoed through the empty arena. His dark hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his navy jacket hugged his broad shoulders as he moved.