Hockey Booktok Controversy Novels & Stories

Nobody dared speak. "Yesterday you left the rink with your arm in a sling. Today your team is making headlines for all the wrong reasons. We have a major tournament coming up, and instead of people talking about your hockey, they're talking about a damaged booth and a confrontation in public." Liam lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry, Coach." "Do you have any idea what this means for the organization? For the sponsors? For me? I'm already making calls about damages, and now I'm trying to keep this story from growing legs before the tournament."

“No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that." “Okay, no problem. I will just simply send this photo straight to George Kensington, Noah's father.” Tobias snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “And then I'll leak it to every major news outlet in the city. Let's see how fast your shiny new rink gets bulldozed to the ground.” He scoffed. “And let's see what happens to your precious hockey career when everyone finds out the Northcott captain is a faggot who sells his body to his rival for cheap money like a freaking prostitute.”

"No way. It looked encrypted like spy level stuff. After all the rumors about Volkov and his past I cannot just pretend. What if it is bad for the Blades? Match fixing talk has been floating around the rookies group chat for weeks." Kade crossed his arms muscles tight under his shirt. Scars peeked from his collar as he glared down at Toby. "Rumors are just noise kid. You want to make it in this league? Keep your head on hockey not playing cop in the locker room. That drive is my business. Personal notes from back home. Encrypted because hackers hit my stuff last season."

Bailey says before ending the call. As I drive home, I catch sight of Nolan's latest post on social media, pulled up by one of the hundred notifications on my phone. Sometimes the truth comes out in the most unexpected ways. Praying for Luca's recovery. The comments beneath the post are vicious. "Hayes should be expelled from the league!" "This is what happens when you give someone too much power." "Guess the golden boy finally showed his true colors." I close the app before I can read more. “Hockey can go to hell for all I care. I have Bailey, that's enough for me.” I whisper loud for myself to hear.

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

I walk to my desk looking at the news and I can’t believe what I am reading. “Okay, I can be in your office in twenty minutes,” she says and I don’t say anything as I read the headlines. I can’t believe they are all taking his side. My name is not mentioned, and I know Julien is doing his job the right way, but it all makes me sick. “NHL Thunder. New York’s best hockey goalkeeper released after fake accusations of attempted rape,” I read and my heart is now shattered. He knew about this.

Her eyes pause at what I'm guessing is a comment. “…Jayden.” The tone of her voice makes me nervous immediately. “What?” She slowly turns the screen toward me. There it is. How very shocking? Why'd I not think about her. The original uploader of the video is the blonde from Brian’s lap. Caption included. POV: The hockey captain steals another athlete’s girlfriend at a team party 😭 #CaptainStealsTheSkater #NorthfordScandal #AthleteConduct Athlete conduct? The fuck is wrong with her? That hashtag alone is enough to attract attention from the athletic department.

I couldn't afford to falter now. With Timothy's encouragement in my mind, I focused on the breathing technique he had taught me. Inhale deeply for four counts, hold for four counts, and exhale for four counts. It was a simple but effective. "Your Honor," I began, my voice trembling only slightly. "I will present evidence that Timothy's breach of contract was a result of the hockey club's fraudulent practices and mistreatment." I recounted the events that had led to Timothy's departure from the club. The relentless pressure and the blatant disregard for his well-being had pushed him to a breaking point. It was a story of exploitation and abuse, a tale that should never have been tolerated in

“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.