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I rose, unable to look at his hooded face, while Talia shut the door that had hung open since he came in, and we both went to sit on the bed, petrified, like zombies whose minds were being controlled. “It is one thing to read through Duskmere Histories if you asked me,” he continued, his face looking in the direction of our book. “It is detailed and the events in them are true and the Historian who wrote it went to lengths so great that it feels like an injustice to not read it. Yet, the book is only a book, and that is the problem about the book.” We looked at each other in confusion before returning to him. “Tell me. Would you choose to read the book, or choose to be a part of the events i

"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."

Hockey gear was organized in one corner and textbooks were stacked precisely on his desk. There was a small bookshelf with actual books on it and not just textbooks. A laptop sat closed on his desk next to a half-empty water bottle. The bed was made with dark blue sheets and there were no posters on the walls. It was simple and clean and somehow it felt like Ace. I'd imagined his room before. Late at night when I couldn't sleep. I'd wondered what it looked like and what he did in there when he was alone. But I'd never thought I'd actually see it.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrists, twisted them behind my back, and shoved me against the locker, my red, exposed asshole facing his hardened cock. “Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening. Not after everything between us… Not after….” —— Thirty Minutes Earlier: Year 2017 Commentator with an excited voice: “Today is the day we've all been waiting for. Scores that had never been attained in decades will be won. History will be made, and we are rewriting the legends of ice Hockey!” “Arghhhhhh!!” There was a loud cheer as the crowds of thousands rejoiced, chanting the names of their favorite players. This was one of the biggest Hockey games ever recorded, and the arena was the largest in t

I hesitated, but succumbed anyways. “Just one,” I said, not thinking too much to it, a shot with hurt. We sat on the couch, the city lights reflecting on the river outside. Caleb poured us both a drink, handing me a glass. “To better days,” he said, clinking his glass against mine. I took a sip. The whiskey burned going down, but it warmed me from the inside. We talked for a while about hockey, about the team drama, about nothing important. Caleb was easy to talk to when he wasn’t trying too hard. He listened. He didn’t push.

I told him things I hadn’t even told anyone and the way my body felt off, alive with a buzzing energy I couldn’t explain. He listened, nodding, his gaze soft. Then he said, almost shyly, “Can I tell you something? Something I’ve never told anyone?” I looked at him, curious. “What?” “I used to hate hockey,” he admitted with a laugh. “Crazy, right? Everyone thinks I was born with skates on, but when I was a kid, I wanted to quit. My dad wouldn’t let me. Said I’d thank him someday. I guess I did. But… I’ve never told anyone that. Not even the guys.”

“Nothing special. Just... stuff.” Alan grabbed another box. “Come on, Toby. You were reading something big in the cafeteria. Looked smart. Astrophysics? That’s space stuff, right?” I felt my cheeks burn. He noticed. “It’s just a book. For fun.” “Fun?” He raised an eyebrow, but his eyes were kind. “Most people think hockey is fun. Or parties. You’re different. In a good way.” We kept working side by side. He helped sweep corners I couldn’t reach and even took the mop for a bit when my arms got too tired. His hands were big and rough, but careful. Every time our arms brushed, a spark went through me.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

I really couldn't afford to mess up this year. A lot was at stake. There had been quarrels between us and our border pack, Bloodstone, over the mining lines. The Council of Elders had just set a strict new rule: the winner of this year's hockey championship would get the legal right to control the disputed border for a whole decade. That was serious.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa