Hockey Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

Lily Baker’s POV Moving to a new country because your mother decided to fall recklessly in love at forty-two should qualify as emotional terrorism. Or a felony. Possibly both. I slouched farther into my seat, staring blankly at the hockey rink while men crashed into one another at alarming speed and thousands of people screamed. Cold air drifted through the arena, sharp enough to settle beneath my sweater, while giant screens flashed the logo for the NY TITANFALL above the rink.

“Stop touching my stuff.” The laughing immediately stopped. Carl blinked once, probably surprised by how harsh my tone came out. For a moment, guilt hit me. But it disappeared quickly because Derrick suddenly looked toward us carefully. “Relax, Daniel,” Derrick muttered quietly. “He’s obviously joking.” “Yeah,” Austin scoffed. “Joking like this is exactly why fans think hockey players are gay.” Several guys laughed again. The tightness in my chest returned instantly. Derrick rarely interacts with me. My teammates also never target me. Why is everything changing so fast?

“Eh, it’s just part of the game. We get amped up on adrenaline and go wild. Blowing off steam, you know? Don’t take it too seriously…and, ah, it doesn’t happen all the time. So you can still come to games without seeing fights.” I can’t help but squirm. “But…uhm…” He waits patiently as I try to speak. “…Why fight so hard? To bleed. To win a game?” Alex hums then, tilting his head in thought. Then he smiles and leans toward me. “I guess you could say hockey is my drama club.” …Somehow, I immediately get it. It just sort of clicks to me. Drama is my everything, and I would face the idea of bullies and getting beat up if it meant I could be somewhere near a stage. For him, it was that he’d face

She was already in the middle of it, and the game hadn’t even started. Game day arrived like a storm. The arena buzzed with energy, fans screaming, sticks clattering, skates slicing ice. Mila stood on the sidelines, ready at the first sign of trouble. Minor falls, twisted ankles, bruises—she handled each calmly. Her mind raced, eyes scanning, assessing, correcting. The men’s reactions were telling. Kai’s glance lingered longer than strictly necessary. Luka’s gaze was unblinking, studying, calculating. Ryder smirked in approval at her confidence and composure. Jace’s admiration was obvious, unrestrained, youthful, and intense.

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"

he cursed, laughing harder, like everything I was saying was a joke to him. “Sky, I swear, you’ve been watching too many spy movies—and I cannot blame you. This is what happens when you watch too many human crime movies. What do you think this place is?” he asked, gesturing dramatically. “Bro, this is Silverfangs. It’s a hockey game. There’s always security—excess security, yo!” He may not understand, and I didn’t blame him. The only person who would have understood me had refused to hear a word from me.

I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

Do you want to know why I think so? You see, once upon a time there was a girl that hated hockey and everything related to it, especially hockey players. She had a good reason as well. But suddenly Nathaniel Madox waltzed into her life and turned it all upside down. He made her realize that not everyone is out there to hurt her. He helped her see that as much as there were asshole hockey players, there was the same amount of kind and gold-hearted hockey players who were willing to top everything for those they loved and cared about.

Least ways growing up they were, now Dario is not so close with them. “A romance book, fake dating. She is a photographer brought in to the hockey team to cover them on and off the ice. They don’t like each other but their feelings will evolve.” I fold my arms in front of my chest, my nipples erect and budding wanting him to stretch out his arm and touch me with those big, masculine hands of his. “Ah, so like us then. This is called enemies to lovers is it not?” “What do you know about books?” “You have seen my library. You need to relax Lucky. Trust me you will find this all much easier if you give into your body. Let me show you how to feel like a proper woman should feel.”

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”