Hockey Dating App Novels & Stories

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

"No, grandpa. I definitely know that app. What I'm saying is, what makes you think that you can make me use that app? And besides, do you really think I need an app to hook up with a woman? You said it yourself. Our ethnicity was one of a kind. We are a Dutch, German, Italian, Sicilian, English, with a distant amount of Welsh and Northern Irish all combined in one." "But, we're American citizens? Isn't that right?" Dionysus laughed a little at his grandfather's silliness. "Let's just continue eating. Please? Please. Please." Mr. Hermes Chevalier shook his head. "No, kid. Because I already made you a profile." The old Chevalier said that in a loud, sing-song voice. "But, don't worry. On this

My father thought it was a waste of time at first, until he realized hockey could be another way to build alliances and showcase pack strength. Even my love of the game got weaponized eventually. My phone buzzes with a text from Sophia: "Sweet dreams! Can't wait to be your wife soon! ❤️❤️❤️" Three heart emojis. She uses those a lot, like she's trying to inject emotion into our interactions through sheer force of punctuation. I stare at the message for a long time before typing back: "See you tomorrow." No hearts. No exclamation points. Just the bare minimum acknowledgment that tomorrow exists.

Notifications. Too many, I picked it up slowly. My eyes weren’t even fully open yet but I could already see the headlines on the screen. I blinked once.Then again. And then I sat up fast. “RYAN CARTER SECRETLY MARRIES UNKNOWN HOCKEY PLAYER” Another one. “WORLD CHAMPION SHOCKS FANS WITH SECRET WEDDING” Another. “WHO IS THE GIRL NEXT TO RYAN CARTER” My heart started beating fast like it wanted to leave my chest, in scrolled without thinking.

She said after a while and I frowned. “But…” “I understand why you might be reluctant but do you know how easy it is to change your reputation if you start dating the hottest hockey player right now? Yeah, he may have a bad reputation but that doesn't stop him from being one of the most popular hockey players in the world” She explained then grabbed onto my hand. “Dating someone like Zander is an upgrade, a huge one. You need the Protection, at least for now and plus, It would piss Chase and Sienna the fuck off” She stated with a glint in Her eyes.

Michael was currently biting his lower lip hard, actively trying to suppress a massive grin while he listened to my mother interrogate me. "Mom, please, we can talk about this later when I'm not busy," I pleaded desperately, wanting the floor to open up and swallow me entirely. "We will talk about it on Sunday," my mother agreed sharply, pausing for a brief, terrifying second before dropping an absolute bombshell. "But listen to me carefully, Axel. If you are going to date a hockey player who is built like a brick wall, you need to be smart about it. Make sure you use lots of lube and condoms, do you hear me?"

He realized as much fun as it was, he needed to get into a serious relationship, not focus so much on his hot cousin. He decided to try another dating app, this time a completely different one. They were all pretty much the same, but he picked one of the top-rated ones called Match-Up. He registered himself on the app and did the free-trial they offered. Again, he had to enter his payment information in case he decides to stay on after the free trial, but again he just figured he'd get out of it if it doesn't go well during the trial period.

I growl, hitting the table to shut them up, "Guys, can you be normal for one second? This isn't me announcing I'm marrying this guy. He's just new and we're getting along, so I asked him to go with me to the event. I thought I would be networking, so it made sense for me to invite him." "So it's not really a date thing?" Celeste pushes, "Because we can get you a real date and then this guy can also be there." They're impossible. "It may be a real date. I don't know," I mutter, her eyes get interested again, "I don't know, okay? So... be normal. And don't ask more questions." "Kent?" My dad repeats, like he can’t believe it, "Abraham Kent? The hockey player?"

“The way he grabbed you, the way he was in your face, the bags, your dripping hair, all of it! Someone caught the whole thing. It’s on Gossip Grind, ShadeRoom, everywhere! Three million views in two hours, Lucy!” I nearly drop my phone. “Wait. WHAT?! We’re not even dating! What the fuck is going on?” “Oh my God, Lucy,” she shrieks. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your neighbor is Rhett Lawson?!” “Who the hell is Rhett Lawson?!” “A famous hockey star. He's in the NHL, like one of the best of all time!” Freya cackles. My eyes widen. “People are calling the whole thing a lover’s spat. Oh my God—THREE MILLION VIEWS IN TWO HOURS! And the title?” She clears her throat dramatically. “‘Hockey Star

I grab my bag and head for the arena. **** The rink is already packed when I arrive. Apparently, everyone decided that today is the perfect day to watch hockey practice. I can feel eyes tracking me as I climb the stairs to the stands, whispers floating around me. “That's her.” “The wolfless omega?” “It can't be. Zane wouldn't date someone like that.” “But he did. I saw it myself when he called her his girlfriend.” I find a seat in the middle section, not too close but not too far back. I'm close enough to be seen and far enough to maybe avoid conversation.