Hockey Dating App นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ryan then took his iPad, then scrolled down then showed it. "The new player of National Hockey Team, Logan Brooks, embarrasses himself at his first appearance, in the team's party." The statement was written in bold. Then down there, was a picture of Logan at the party, his face twisted, his hands clenched at the sides. And behind him, was Nyra Owen. Opposite him, was Ryan Hayes. "See?" He scrolled down at the comments. "Damn, he is still young for a team like National Hockey team." "What? Nothing like that has happened before for our legendary National hockey team."

I squinted my eyes, trying to recall when I put it in. What kind of app is this? Is it likely that I didn’t bother to read the reviews? Is this even necessary? Ah… I don’t really remember. I gave up on remembering it and clicked on it to explore the app. It turns out it’s a dating website, and I’ve already filled in the necessary information. There are also pending matches. Talk about a last-ditch effort. This must have happened in the airport or while I was inebriated.

By the time I was ten minutes from home, the screen was flooded. At a red light, I finally glanced down. The first headline stared back at me. ALLIE AND CHASE’S SECRET COFFEE DATE: HOCKEY’S NEWEST ROMANCE? Below it was a clear photo of us outside the café—Chase close beside me, his hand near my back as we walked away from the cameras. The story was already everywhere. And I hadn’t even made it home yet.

“Then we need to get you out of this room before you start thinking yourself into a grave.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “There’s a hockey game tonight,” she said. “North Valley against Redwood. It’ll be loud, violent, and full of people making bad decisions. Perfect distraction.” “I know nothing about hockey,” I said, sipping coffee. “Neither do half the girls there. They go for Axel Hale.” I frowned. “Who?” Lena stared at me like I had admitted I did not know what the moon was. “Hockey captain. Richer than Midas. Gorgeous. Completely unhinged on the ice. Women love him. Men want to be him. He is the bad boy of the college. Rawr!”

“Maybe he was running late.“ “He looked right at me, LJ.“ She chews slowly, looking at me with the expression she uses when she is deciding how honest to be. “I have not noticed anything strange,“ she says finally. “But also, I was not watching him.“ I nod and look back at my food. My eyes burn because I feel like crying. If this was all a game like Damian said, then I’m fucking ruined. “Are you going to the game tomorrow?“ She asks, changing the topic to take my mind off it. “I don’t watch hockey.“ She stares at me. “Dawn.“ “What?“ “You are dating not only the golden boy from this place but also the captain. Also, Damian plays hockey, so….“

I zoom out for a second only to see him cradling over my hips next. I'm about to push him off but he pins me down with his Alpha energy. Personally, I'm of an Alpha lineage and older in age, but he's stronger. Forcing me to stay still. “You're Dark Knight, right?” He stamps his phone screen before my face, revealing the matchmaking page of him and Dark Knight. On Sexus App. The erotic matchmaking app. “Not the one!” I shake my head. “I don't do escorts. I'm pretty sure you've knocked on the wrong door.”

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

The couple in the corner leaned forward, their expressions curious. Jeffrey hunched lower in his seat, pulling his cap down further. "I'm not" he started. "I know you're not," the guy said, still grinning. "But you definitely are." Brielle watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed over her chest. She could see how uncomfortable he was, how desperately he was trying to disappear. But something about the situation felt like karma, like the universe had decided to pay him back for being an arrogant asshole this morning. "He's right," she called out, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "That is Jeffrey Kyler. Star player for," She paused, pretending to think. "The hockey team. You know the o

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

Just then, my phone pinged, alerting me that I had a message. I brought it out to check only to see that it was from an unsaved number. I got curious and opened it. "Yo princess, I have a hockey match tomorrow, and as my new babe, you are to wear my jacket and come to cheer for me. Me, and not your stupid ex-boyfriend." I read out and grinned, knowing immediately who this message was from. I found myself saving his contact with troublemaker, wondering how he got a hold of my number, but then shrugged.