Novel & Cerita Hockey Books Romance

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

That's what I said two months ago when I got fired from my job as a kitchen assistant at Wendies, that's what I also said a month ago when my sister Katherine had took us out to celebrate her divorce, that's what I also said two weeks ago when my boyfriend of two years had broken up with me and left the country to pursue his education. Clearly, I was a liar. And now, here I am drinking again at a team dinner to celebrate me joining Saint Aurelius University as their new hockey coach while pursuing my masters in the grad division. “Let's go for round two!” One suggested, I looked at him and he looked fucked up real bad. The alcohol in his system made it hard for him to keep a steady posture,

“The way he grabbed you, the way he was in your face, the bags, your dripping hair, all of it! Someone caught the whole thing. It’s on Gossip Grind, ShadeRoom, everywhere! Three million views in two hours, Lucy!” I nearly drop my phone. “Wait. WHAT?! We’re not even dating! What the fuck is going on?” “Oh my God, Lucy,” she shrieks. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your neighbor is Rhett Lawson?!” “Who the hell is Rhett Lawson?!” “A famous hockey star. He's in the NHL, like one of the best of all time!” Freya cackles. My eyes widen. “People are calling the whole thing a lover’s spat. Oh my God—THREE MILLION VIEWS IN TWO HOURS! And the title?” She clears her throat dramatically. “‘Hockey Star

“There's plenty of fish in the sea. And I'm a fucking shark. I don't care about one cute little goldfish. It's more important right now for me to lay in my bed and try to get the room to stop spinning.” “Alright, man, whatever you say,” Sean said, standing up from the couch. “Let's get out of here then.” Blondie and the Brunette tugged on Oliver's arms as he tried to leave the VIP. “Wait, baby, can't we go with you?” they asked. Oliver turned around and smiled. “Of course.” They both grabbed their purses and got up, with excitement written all across their faces. “Really?” Blondie asked. “No, not really,” he said, shaking his head. “You two have a good night. I hear there's a defenseman for

When the food came, it was incredible—avocado toast with poached eggs, fresh fruit, and some kind of pastry that melted in my mouth. "So," Paloma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Tell me about yourself. What's it like dating a famous hockey player? Is it as glamorous as everyone thinks?" I laughed, almost choking on my coffee. "Glamorous? Not exactly. More like chaotic and complicated and occasionally terrifying." "Terrifying?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "The attention," I explained. "The cameras. The fans. Everyone having opinions about your relationship. It's a lot."

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

"Yeah, by me. Yesterday in the dining hall, remember? When you were reading that thick philosophy book and I probably interrupted at exactly the wrong moment. Wasn't entirely sure you'd remember, to be honest." I raise an eyebrow, filing away this piece of previously unknown information about my friend's social interactions. Riley mentioned nothing about being personally invited by hockey players, which suggests either deliberate omission or her characteristic tendency to downplay anything that might be construed as romantic interest. "Did you watch the game?" Liam asks, tilting his head with the kind of focused interest that suggests her answer actually matters to him beyond simple post gam

"Try me." Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed that exact spot. It started soft, then he sucked lightly, his tongue brushing my skin. A small moan slipped out of me. It felt way too good. He pulled back after a few seconds, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "There. A nice little mark. Looks good on you." I touched the spot, feeling the warmth. "You're trouble, Asher." "The best kind," he said, voice lower now. His eyes had darkened, staring at my lips like he wanted to devour me. The vibe between us shifted. Our casual hockey conversation got intense really quick. Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in.

“Then we need to get you out of this room before you start thinking yourself into a grave.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “There’s a hockey game tonight,” she said. “North Valley against Redwood. It’ll be loud, violent, and full of people making bad decisions. Perfect distraction.” “I know nothing about hockey,” I said, sipping coffee. “Neither do half the girls there. They go for Axel Hale.” I frowned. “Who?” Lena stared at me like I had admitted I did not know what the moon was. “Hockey captain. Richer than Midas. Gorgeous. Completely unhinged on the ice. Women love him. Men want to be him. He is the bad boy of the college. Rawr!”

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .