Hockey Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

"And no hockey?" I took the stick and the familiar weight sent a pang through my chest. "The tournament was cancelled because of the investigation. Everyone’s season is over. The team, they don't even want to see me. I cleared your name, Jax, but I ruined the sport for everyone else this year. My dream, too" "You didn't ruin it," Jax snapped with intensity. "Ethan and his old man ruined it the second they decided the game wasn't enough for them. You just turned the lights on. You shouldn't blame yourself for their mess."

Ant takes off down the ice with lightning speed. "Holy shit," Kateb mutters, echoing my own thoughts. This game feels like a professional match, with both teams giving it their all and refusing to back down. Ant finds himself surrounded by two defensemen, so he quickly passes the puck to Warren. Warren deftly maneuvers past another defender, slamming his hockey stick against the puck with precision. I clamp down on my lip, watching as the puck sails straight into the goal. "Hell yeah, Kohl!" Miller shouts, and the entire team erupts into cheers, including Kateb and Mason.

The hockey team had a big drug scandal. Then Dr. Hartley died suddenly. After the death, the scandal disappeared. Alexander always felt something was wrong. But he never asked his father questions. He just played hockey. Now, the boy he wanted, the boy who made his body burn with need, was looking for a murderer. And he suspected Alexander's family. Alexander closed his eyes. He pictured Oliver naked in the pool. He pictured Oliver panting under him. He pictured Oliver looking at him with hate. "Fuck," Alexander whispered.

Adrian leaned back slightly against the desk, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's stupid, right?" "It's not stupid" Elliot sighed softly before sitting at the edge of the bed. "Why do you want to play hockey?" Adrian shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because anytime I see you on the ice, you're always happy. I wanna be happy too" he said. Elliot scoffed lightly. "So hockey makes you happy?" he asked. "Maybe" Adrian replied. "How about we do this? Go think of what really makes you happy. This next time we have this talk, you'll tell me what really makes you happy" Elliot said.

Aurelia has been Zephyron's best friend since they got admitted into Blackridge Academy; she has feelings for him, but he only sees her as his best friend. Aurelia watched as Zephyron's girlfriend constantly broke up with him countless times. It hurt her every time because she was always there to comfort him. His tears broke her, and each time she hoped he would see her love for him, but Zeph never did. To him, she remained a shoulder to cry on. Then one day, Zeph and Lyra broke up for real. Lyra transferred schools because of him. Aurelia played her role well this time and eventually, he saw that she loved him. He agreed to court her, but to him she was a distraction from his ex. A

Playbook show. Cute girlfriend. Hockey star redemption. Bullshit. My mind drifted back to that night two years ago. Caroline crying on cue after we’d set the whole thing up. Maddox too drunk to remember details. The video we’d leaked, the rumors we’d spread. The way the hockey world had turned on him like wolves. Beautiful fucking chaos. And now here he was, thinking it was over. I crushed the empty beer can in my fist. Not even close, you arrogant fuck.

"They're clearly not doing anything for you." The sting of it settled right in the centre of my chest, neat and precise, right beside every other reason I had to either see this dare through or spend the next thirty days as somebody's errand girl. I ran opening lines through my head and immediately discarded all of them. Everything I produced was either unhinged or desperate, and none of it was going to work on a man who looked like Graham Hartway. Then quietly, like a gift from somewhere chaotic and generous, I remembered every late-night w*****d novel I had ever read about girls who walked up to hockey captains, kissed them and grabbed their dicks without flinching.

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

“Andre —“ It’s obvious that he is about to interrupt but Dylan scowls. One hand raising to cover the man’s mouth whose eyes open wide in shock. “You didn’t let me get a single word in last time, so it's my turn…Getting closer to you, spending time with you. Learning about fuckass hockey, that i never cared about before. Watching the way you lead your team fiercely and knowing just how kind and sweet you are off the ice—those are things I would never want to go back to not experiencing and it fucking sucks—“ he chokes on a sob, eyes pooled with water but he’s been holding this all in to himself and he’s going to combust if he doesn’t just relieve this crumbling pressure off of his chest.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."