Hockey Booktok Books Novels & Stories

“You remember why you started playing, right? It wasn’t because you loved the game at first. You started because it was the only thing that made sense when everything else was falling apart.” Noah’s throat suddenly felt tight because that was true. Painfully true. Hockey had never been about dreams. At first, it had simply been ice, noise, movement, a place where he could breathe, where hospital smells and unpaid bills and fear couldn't reach him. A place where he wasn't helpless. Chase reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn hockey puck. Black, scuffed, edges scratched from countless practices and games. He rolled it between his fingers once, then held it out.

Ryan's whole life depended on these next 120 seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed like thunder. "This is it! Two minutes to decide who becomes the next college hockey sensation!" My stomach twisted into knots. Ryan was skating hard, sweat dripping down his beautiful face. He looked so focused, so determined. God, he was gorgeous even when he was exhausted. Then I saw him. Derek Stone. The devil himself gliding across the ice like a predator hunting prey. Derek was everything parents warned their daughters about - dangerous, wild, and absolutely ruthless. He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and now he played for our biggest rival.

Hephzibah’s POV My biggest mistake wasn’t falling for my stepbrother. It was letting his rival discover every filthy detail I’d written about it even my secret identity. "It's time for the semi-final round of the hockey game of the year! Will the Blades take over like before, or will the freshman be the champion of the season?" The presenter’s voice echoed loudly in the basement while the game was still ongoing. Still reapplying my lip gloss, I stood up to cheer for the winning team last year—the most exciting game ever: hockey sports. The pitch was filled with tension as students cheered them up.

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

"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."

Ava’s POV By Thursday morning, the entire campus had turned into hockey madness. Blue and silver banners hung across buildings. Posters for the championship game covered almost every wall near the student center. Cheerleaders practiced routines outside on the lawn while music blasted through speakers loud enough to shake the pavement. Everyone was excited...well everyone except me. I stood beside Lily near the coffee cart, half awake and emotionally unstable, staring at a giant poster of Ryan Carter taped across the athletics board. HOCKEY CAPTAIN LEADS WESTBROOK INTO FINALS.

A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth. “Damn,” I said, wiping laugh-tears off the edges of my eyes. Then it clicked. Those luxury gloves he gifted me. Exactly. Only someone of his caliber could purchase that. Damn… this shit was getting more interesting than I thought. I picked up the book on the seat and…. There it was. I wasn't wrong at all. His name, signed on the big-ass book. Grey Sthor. Confirming my earlier predictions. Nice… And the book was… “Basics of Health.” It was a medical textbook.

Hockey gear was organized in one corner and textbooks were stacked precisely on his desk. There was a small bookshelf with actual books on it and not just textbooks. A laptop sat closed on his desk next to a half-empty water bottle. The bed was made with dark blue sheets and there were no posters on the walls. It was simple and clean and somehow it felt like Ace. I'd imagined his room before. Late at night when I couldn't sleep. I'd wondered what it looked like and what he did in there when he was alone. But I'd never thought I'd actually see it.

“There it is.” I looked at her confused. “What?” “The hockey voice.” My stomach tightened in an instant, and I immediately looked away. But I could still feel Harper leaning closer. “You know,” she said quietly, “ it’s nice hearing you talk about hockey again.” Suddenly the room felt smaller, and I found myself staring at the wall—at the photos I’d never bothered taking down, at the medals hidden inside a drawer. At a version of myself I didn’t want to speak about until God knows when.

Like scoring was the most normal thing in the world. “What the hell?” I muttered. Leah barked out a laugh. “He's so good, it's unreal” I folded my arms quickly, forcing my face to stay calm. “Erm… he’s okay,” I muttered, even though my chest was still buzzing from the goal. “You’re literally standing.” I immediately sat down. Leah snorted. The game continued. Then Knox scored again. And again. And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck.