Novel & Cerita Hockey Booktok Drama

The volunteers drifted toward the edges of the rink, suddenly realizing they’d become spectators. This wasn’t a fundraiser anymore. It was four professionals with bruised egos sharing one sheet of ice. As soon as the whistle went off, I moved, snatching the puck faster than Travis could blink, and sailing past him. Law's body smashed into mine in an attempt to steal it. I took the hit, gritting my teeth and letting it roll off me before swinging my stick. Unfortunately, Travis was right there, grabbing it mid air before Neal could. And then he was moving.

“I know this team. It’s from the human realm.” I turned it around and froze. The name printed there was one I recognized too. A famous hockey player. A very famous one. I stared at it, then slowly looked toward Ella. “Dax plays hockey?” Ella looked just as surprised as I felt. “Apparently.” Of course he did. Because why wouldn’t the terrifying Alpha King of Shadowfen also have a mysterious human-realm hockey life? That man was a walking locked folder with abs but despite everything, I smiled. A real one this time

My fingers finding the keys with the same instinct that found them at 2 AM in a dorm room when the filthiest post poured out of me like blood from a wound. The team dinner was the following week. Steakhouse downtown. Twenty pro hockey players, their partners, the noise of cutlery and bass-heavy music and the low roar of men who spent their professional lives hitting each other talking about fantasy football. I sat beside Rhys in a black dress I’d bought with my first stipend cheque because the jersey felt wrong here – this wasn’t college anymore. The backup goalie leaned across the tablecloth. Thick jaw. Evaluating squint. The energy of a man about to say something he thought was clever.

"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

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.

Finally, I shoot him a look. “Why would I be scared?” I retort. Zack smirks. “Because you don’t know anything about hockey. Lucky for our company, I do.” He turns to Daniel confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I can take care of this.” I rub my forehead and sigh. If only he knew the half of it. It’s true that I’m not a big hockey fan and Zack is — it always seemed like more of a werewolf thing to me. Werewolves, Alphas especially, have a tendency to be stronger than ordinary humans and excel in sports. Some humans liked to watch it, sure, but I never really had.

He turned and walked out of the locker room, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. I stood there, my chest heaving, the air in the room suddenly too thick to breathe. The Frozen Four wasn't just a hockey game anymore. It was an execution. The ice was a blur of violence and speed. Denver University was fast, but we were absolutely vicious. By the middle of the second period, the score was tied 1-1.

"I know about her." I looked at him. "I have been watching you," he said. "Since I got back. Because that is what you do when someone has been moving into your life while you were away — you watch them. You find out who they actually are." He said it with the flat certainty of someone presenting a conclusion they had arrived at through genuine effort. "And what I have found out is that Knox Rivers — hockey captain, campus hero, the guy who was so concerned about Ember's safety — has been running something on the side this whole time."

Ryder: I haven’t coached someone before, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t supposed to be physical torture. Ryder: I might actually sue you if this pain doesn’t stop. Ryder: The ice Queen, dragged to court because of the damages she caused. That would be nice to see, don’t you think? Ryder: Also I figured out what strategically challenged means. Ryder: Does that all matter when I’m playing hockey with five other players? A small laugh escaped me before I could even stop it. Harper pointed dramatically. “There!” I stiffened, turning toward her. “There what?”

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."