Novel & Cerita Hockey Booktok Controversy

“It's an order from our superiors. I couldn't go against it,” I scoffed. Superior my fucking ass. “Is this what they do here? Oppressing people with power?” I screamed in my head, but didn't dare to say it out loud. I might be the next target if I do anything stupid. Sighs. Maybe I was already a target. “Coach B… Is there anything you can do to help Noah?” I reached for his hand before I could think about it. “Noah is a good hockey player. He's had history with his former team. He's the reason they always won every match…”

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

Every love, every fracture, every loyalty held by fear rather than choice. I thought about Jaxon's hockey team arranging themselves behind him without being asked and what that said about what they felt for him. I thought about Damien's pack, the way they had watched him humiliate me in the hallway, the way not one of them had moved. Two different things. Both visible if you knew how to look. "Can I feel it now?" I asked. "Even before the full presentation?"

Scuffles with players from opponent teams. Arrogant attitude to fans who wanted to talk to him. Fights with his own teammates. But so far, most of them decided to stay off his bad side. Even the team's public pr department which most of the hockey players worked with, didn't think they could manage Evans as much as I did and commended me from time to time. "You heard me. I'm done." My face was cold, yet it was a sharp contrast to the hotness in my chest.

She raised her finger and voice when she knew I was about to defend Greg. "If Jayden doesn't play, then there's no need to throw funds into a game that would end at the group stage." "Sarcastic, huh?" I asked, chattering on my teeth. "No, it's just business. Name your price, but you can't be dragging some nasty bike rivalry into hockey. They are distinct." She said. "Get him another girl. No one asked him to be hostile." I defended my stand. "How about the public catches wind of you both being mates?"

“Riot Kane and Julian Voss Caught in Explicit Gay Encounter — NHL’s Hottest Rivalry Turns Romantic?” Management called us in for an emergency meeting. The coach looked exhausted. The GM looked pissed. They gave us the speech: “Image concerns,” “Sponsor pressure,” “Possible suspension if it distracts the team.” We were given two choices: deny everything and “cool it off,” or come out publicly and deal with the firestorm. We didn’t even discuss it in the room. Ryder just grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed hard. When they asked for our answer, I looked them dead in the eye and said:

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

Reasons that even Crew did not know, which was saying something because Crew and I grew up in the same house, breathed the same air, carried the same last name. But some things you carry alone. I was not ready to put it all on the table yet. Not for this house. Not for anyone in it. Eventually everything comes out. It always does. But not today. I would let them find out little by little. I turned the heat down and listened. Summer and Crew's voices had been low a few minutes ago, something passing between them in the space by the counter. I was not trying to eavesdrop but sound travels in this kitchen and I heard enough. She was tutoring him. Crew. Who hated school with every bone in his bo

The chyron below read: “COLLEGE HOCKEY STARS LINKED TO EXPLICIT CONTENT SCANDAL.” “I assume you’ve seen this,” the coach said, his voice soft, almost gentle. It was more terrifying than if he’d been screaming. Adrian’s blood ran cold. He was good. He was so damn good at this. Julian didn’t flinch. “We’ve seen a hacked social media account, yes.” The coach’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. “Hacked? Is that the story?” “It’s not a story. It’s what happened,” Julian replied, his tone neutral, diplomatic. The perfect PR answer.