Novel & Cerita Hockey Booktok Controversy

Noah said, exhaustion sharpening the edge in his gaze. Chase shrugged without an ounce of sympathy. “Sounds like a conditioning issue.” For a moment, Noah imagined smashing his face into the projector screen. Instead, he took in a really deep breath, walked past the rows of chairs, and dropped into an empty seat near the back. Coach Jenkins eyed both of them for a second before shaking his head. “Can we review hockey without the testosterone poisoning the room for once?” “All right,” Chase said, clapping his hands once as the footage resumed. “Since some people decided to grace us with their presence late, let’s continue.”

Jax reached for the phone groggily, squinting against the early light slanting through the blinds. He opened the Stormbreakers internal group chat first. **Tyler:** HOLY SHIT. HARLS. CHECK X RIGHT NOW. **Reyes:** Someone posted pics. Clinic hallway. Tunnel footage. You and Kane. **Tyler:** It’s everywhere. They’re calling it “rival mates scandal.” Trending #1 in hockey. **Anonymous:** League already leaking probation details. Suspension talks starting. Jax sat up fast. Sheets pooled around his hips. Ronan stirred, blinking awake, voice thick with sleep.

“Better than talking about Mr Towel-Man.” She wasn’t wrong. For the next half hour, we spiraled into hockey gossip, especially the rumor that August played dirty back in Chicago, and the fact that the team’s I*******m account had suddenly gotten a ton of new followers, probably just thirsty girls trying to see more pictures of August. It was silly and pointless, but it helped. I could almost forget the way Peter’s voice echoed down the hall or the way my mom looked at him like he hung the moon. Almost.

I didn't move a single millimeter. I turned my head slightly, my freezing, black glare sweeping across the entire locker room, locking eyes with every single player sitting on the benches. "I'm saying this once for the whole damn room," I announced, my voice echoing clearly off the concrete walls, laced with venom. "Janessa Moreno is off-limits. If I hear a single one of you whisper her name, if I see a single look, or if anyone in here calls her a puck-bunny again... you are getting a hockey stick directly to the ribs. I will personally ruin your spot on this roster. Try me. I am begging every single one of you to try me."

He’s just focused on getting the best out of his client, Cicero, and is ready to go the extra mile to do that if he needs to. So, at that time, when the act took place, I found a way to convince him that if Cicero finds out, it will affect his career, knowing he doesn’t play with Cicero’s career. So, he agreed to keep my secret because, as we all know, Cicero is a ticking time bomb. Frank opens the door, and the faint scent of men's cologne, heat, and masculine odor permeates the air. The sight of half-naked hockey players hits me as he leads the way, walking ahead, while good-looking and well-chiseled hockey athletes stare and whistle as we pass them.

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. But then, why am I eating myself up for something I haven't even confirmed from Rowan. I think Sophia must have had her way around some gossip and is just pushing so hard to get at me. But it wasn't easy to convince myself to believe that. “Skyblazers and the Icebreakers United, looking to put this away as we resume the second half.” The commentator’s voice crackled through the speakers, and it was like a bucket of cold water dumped over me. Game time.

Hunter "I was open, why the hell didn't you pass to me?" I bit out for what had to be the millionth time. It didn't take a genius to realise what was happening, but I was annoyed to admit it had taken me a while to pinpoint the problem. But then again, it had never occurred to me that the team would be petty enough to risk their championship over a stupid sense of loyalty to Neal Matthews. Who by the way, deserved to be banned from ever touching a hockey stick again.

Three new anonymous posts since this morning, all with my name. “Shit, not again!” I read the first one and my stomach dropped, then I read the second one and my hands went still, I stopped halfway through Apparently according to sources that didn't exist, because none of this had happened I had slept with multiple members of the hockey team. I had been working through the roster deliberately. Allegedly some players were making bets, there was a list with my name at the top of it that had been circulated in the team group chat.

I nodded. "There was a young she-wolf," he began softly. "A brilliant prospect for the national hockey team. Bright, fast, recovering from a silver-dust infection. She shared her recovery online to inspire the younger pups. Millions watched. Then the doubters came. The cruelty. People accused her of faking the infection for sympathy. They said she was weak blood. That she didn't deserve her spot on the ice." He paused, his eyes dark. "Two weeks later, the team posted a memorial." The café felt suddenly ice-cold.

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.