Hockey Dating App Novels & Stories

It looked like he’d have to introduce a future wife to his mother soon, in case she would disapprove of whoever she might find. Kevin quickly texted him back, saying he had made him an account on the MatchYeah app, a dating app. Kevin used the name BK and sent him all the other details he’d set up. He wasn’t familiar with that app, so he was a bit lost at first. He’d added and messaged a few people, but he didn’t like the responses he got when they exchanged messages.

I replied and he nodded. “So Kaida, I was thinking if you can give me your number..” Connor started, a smile on his face. “I will give you my number, but just so you’re informed. I don’t date hockey players.” I fished out a pen and a piece of paper, wrote my number on it and handed it over to him. “Why?” He asked. “Nothing serious.” I shrugged. “If you say so. And moreover, there’s an after party tonight at the best club in Rochester. All the players of both teams would be attending including invitees.”

“First question: How did you meet?” “Well,” Drake said leaning forward pressing his face against Lydia’s shoulder. “It’s a little unconventional, but also pretty modern. My friend, Jake, had told me about this err dating app when we were at the gym one day, and decided, eh what the hell. I’ll give it a shot, so I downloaded uploaded a profile and up pops this beautiful woman’s picture.” He gestures to Lydia. “ I, of course swiped right and to my surprise we matched.” “Oh really, hmm I might have to try that app. It seems like there’s slim pickings at the bar these days.” Julian joked laughing, clearing his throat once more he continued on. “So tell me about your first date.”

‘He’s a professional hockey player’ I told her as if that explained everything. ‘Ok? So you really don’t like hockey?’ she replied trying to piece the puzzle together ‘No, I mean he is too good for me’ ‘Did he say that?’ she asked sharply. ‘He doesn’t have to, I know’ I whined. ‘I’m not really the type of girl that dates professional hockey players, look at me’. I wait for her approval but it doesn’t come. She just shook her head sadly at me.

I whispered. The car drove off while Austin was still arguing loudly inside. I burst into laughter so suddenly that I had to lean against the wall for support. “Hockey players are unbelievable,” I muttered to myself, still laughing. “Is everyone in this sport secretly dating each other? Why are you homophobic when a guy is literally pumping your ass?” “Anyway, my attention is on Daniel,” I murmured, and burst out my phone to call Daniel. He picked on the first ring, and I immediately invited him to my house for my home warming party.

He fell back onto the pillows, resting the back of his palm over his eyes, his lips turned down in a dramatic, grumpy pout. Valeria couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him. The terrifying, world famous Ice King of professional hockey was lying there looking so completely defeated, all because of one woman. Smiling softly, Valeria moved. She climbed directly on top of his broad chest, straddling his waist, and began placing soft, sweet pecks all over his jawline, cheeks, and lips to loosen up his moody face. "Come on, sulky boy," she persuaded gently, looking down into his dark eyes. "It's not like we aren't going to see each other! I'll come over every single weekend, and we can go on

Cole’s reviewing the schedule, Mikey’s scrolling through his phone, and Jimmy’s icing his shoulder from practice. “Harper posted about the event,” Mikey says suddenly. “Tagged the team, the rink, the foundation. We actually look… functional.” Cole chuckles. “See? Miracles happen.” “Comments are blowing up. People saying the hockey team and Alpha Chi should collab more often.” I ignore them, pretending to study the stats sheet on the coffee table. Cole catches it. “You going to pretend you didn’t hear that, or should we start planning the wedding?”

Eventually, we step into the lounge where the team gathers. There are about twenty hockey players all lounging around. Most of them are only half in their hockey gear right now. As Aiden and I enter the room, they look up at us. “Why’s she back here?” One of his teammates mutters. Aiden squeezes my hand. “I invited her,” he says. “This is my girlfriend, Carol. She’s my fated mate.” From what I remember, most of the team is made up of werewolves. That isn’t uncommon among professional sports teams. As soon as Aiden calls me his fated mate, I can feel a second wave of scrutiny focus on me.

conveyed Miriam. "Fine! Beggars can't be choosy!" replied Kandi, pouting just as the four guys walked into the café along with about 25 human girls drooling all over them. The guys headed straight over to their table and grabbed a chair and pulled it up. Then, Miriam received a text back from her sister stating she could go to the game tomorrow night as they all greeted each other. "Walker! Thanks, again for the wonderful gift and for coming to my birthday party last night. Plus, thanks for the ticket tomorrow night to the game. I've never been to an ice hockey game. I'm looking forward to it." announced Miriam with a smirk.

Upstairs, I sat on my bed, staring into nothingness, the silence of the room pressing down on me. Then—my phone lit up again. Another notification. I flinched. My hand hovered before I swiped. Invitation. I squinted at the screen, muttering, “What now?” You are cordially invited to the Ice Vultures Annual Charity Hockey Match & Gala Hosted by: The Ice Vultures Hockey Team Date: Saturday, November 12th, 2025 Time: 7:00 PM – Midnight Venue: The Dominion Arena, Downtown New York