Novel & Cerita Hockey Books Romance

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

Another two hours go by before he realizes Andre has fallen asleep, his notebook fallen on the floor, the book he was supposed to be annotating has a page bent in half as it's smushed between his chest and the mattress. This guy he’s lucky he’s an insanely talented hockey player because he’s hopeless and Dylan is hopeless too because by the time he finishes cleaning up both his and Andre’s study materials, he realizes that these feelings in his heart have nearly quintupled in size. And he doesn’t know if they’re ever going to stop.

It was beautiful to watch her in her element, to see the smile on her face when she got the perfect shot. "So, Liam." She asked when they turned into a quiet street. "Hm?" "What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened during a hockey game?" Liam laughed. "Oh... that's a long list." "I've got time." He thought for a moment. "There was one game where our rivals proposed to his girlfriend right in the middle of a game. And she rejected his proposal!" Aria burst into laughter. "No!" Raphael snorted. "And his team still lost the game."

Her lips were swollen, eyes glazed with heat. “I warned you,” I said hoarsely. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her hands tangled in my hair. “Shut up and kiss me again.” So, I did. I carried her to the bed, her back landing on the soft mattress. She tugged me down with her, pulling me into her world like a storm pulling ships under. She was all soft curves and untamed energy beneath me, a dangerous combination I was already addicted to. Her dress slid off too easily, her skin glowing under the dim lights. Every touch, every sigh, every whispered name felt like gasoline on fire.

It had been exactly three winter seasons since his soul had entered the binding mating contract with Finn Reyes, and their shared territory had never pulsed with a more vibrant, harmonious pack frequency. The high-velocity chaos of the professional ice hockey world was currently locked in its brief summer hibernation circuit, leaving the star alpha entirely anchored to his domestic sanctuary. A sudden shift in the wind carried a rich, intoxicating scent of charred hickory and seasoned meats from the massive brick pit near the pool deck, instantly triggering a sharp spike of hunger within Val's biological centers. He adjusted his linen shirt, his hand instinctively brushing against the solid

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

They’d smiled at each other, and for a second, it looked like a fucking scene out of some teen romance movie, two star-crossed lovers reaching for the same book in a library, fingers brushing, eyes locking, hearts racing. I nearly lost it. And then Luke, one of my teammates, leaned over and muttered, "Damn. That girl looks like a sex doll with that hair." That was it. That was when I stood up and walked out. Because fuck that. A reporter cleared her throat, snapping me back to the present. Blonde, sharp-eyed, the type that got off on making people squirm. "Logan," she started, her smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "Hockey fans all over have been dying to know 'what’s your type?'"

Rhys said, his grip on my waist remaining tight as he stood up from the bench. ​He did not release my hand as we walked out of the training wing, our steps silent on the dark stairs of our new home. The corporate wars were still active, but the bond between the plus-size nutritionist and the hockey captain had become the most unbreakable thing in the city.