Hockey Dating App Novels & Stories

” A pair of strong hands caught my arms before I could bounce backward. “Are you lost, love?” I looked up. He was tall—the kind of height that came with playing center, built broad through the shoulders and chest in the way that hockey did to people if they’d stuck with it long enough. His dark hair pushed back from his forehead like it had been pushed back many times tonight, with a finely carved jawline. I registered his hands on my arms—they were light but there. And I knew that face, not from here. I knew it from two seasons ago, across the ice—game five of the regional semifinals. Harlow versus Westbrook. I’d watched that face score three goals in the third period like he was personally

What if Bonus Chapter 7: What If They Matched on a Dating App First Date Gone Wild? Eli POV The dating app had been a joke at first—something my friends pushed on me after too many late nights buried in books and thesis drafts. “Just try it,” they said. So I did. Swiped through a few profiles until one stopped me cold. Tall. Six-three at least. Dark hair, sharp jaw, athletic build in a fitted shirt that showed off broad shoulders and strong arms. The bio was short: “Football player who actually reads. Looking for someone who can keep up in conversation and chaos.” His name was Dante.

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.

My skin prickled, curiosity filling me up. It was probably nothing, I mean, it could just be someone taking pictures from the school year book. It probably meant nothing. Right? “Okay then, I won’t push.” I pulled my phone from my back pocket, checking the message of earlier. And my entire body froze. Because on my screen, a message was displayed, one from Jaxon Beckham even though I had not recalled giving him my number. It read, (‘As our first fake-dating activity, you are to come to the final regional hockey game tonight. It starts in an hour. And you are to wear the jersey I left in your room. Someone will pick you and your best friend up. Be ready in thirty.’)

“Let me guess. He’s twenty, plays college hockey at Dalton, scouts drooling over him for the NHL. Cocky, abs for days, the whole arrogant-jock package.” Dad’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ve done your homework.” “I Googled him the second you said ‘engaged.’” I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, pulled up Chase Hartley’s I*******m, and tilted the screen toward Dad. Shirtless gym selfies. Lake days with girls draped over him. Comments screaming heart-eyes and thirst. “He’s literally a walking red flag with a stick.” “He’s a good kid, Sloane. Driven. Respectful.”

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

' It’s kind of embarrassing, but he means well. I laughed again, this time harder. I could imagine Toby, holding a pink sign in the middle of a crowd. I went back to the forum and saw a new post. It was a photo of the Hockey Rink. Someone had hung a giant banner over the front entrance. It said: **"LIAM & JAX: THE FIRST LINE OF OUR HEARTS."** "Oh man," I said, shaking my head. "That's so cheesy." But even though it was cheesy, it was beautiful.

“Yup. I had to go gather information from people I know. You'll just have to choose the best one you like. Sorry, the one that would accept and who's willing to agree.” I opened my mouth. “Mason.” “Hm ?” “I think I love you.” He laughed. “Get in line.” Each name included notes besides it. Their personality, availability, audience size, preferred contact method. Except for one. “Why does the twenty first person have no much information as the rest?” I glanced at him and the paper. “Ohh. That one.” He scoffed. “The last guy is a hockey player. He goes by a weird name. ‘Unhappy’ I don't think he'd agree to this though but he would have been the best person, he's just battling with depression.”

“You deserve to find happiness and love again. And I know just how we're going to do it.” Yuki said excitedly and held up her phone. “There’s this trendy legit dating app. It will help you find someone who's perfect for you. Men from all races are in this app. We'll swipe through all these profiles, and when we find someone who seems like a good match. I'll send him a message.” Angela sighed. “A dating app? Really? I don't know…isn't it dangerous?” "Oh please, Angela, stop being a grandma. Dating app is not as weird as you think it to be. Trust me, this will be fun.”

I walked toward the kitchen to grab something to drink. I filled a glass with cold water then gulped it in one go. I put back the pitcher on the fridge then the glass in the sink. I leaned toward the kitchen counter and opened the online dating app on my phone. I've been using it for days now, I became curious on using it because my friends often talk about it. I've been connected with this beautiful girl named Quinn, I guess that's her name since it's the one in her profile. I hear the door opening them shutting. I know it's Damien. I'm not ready yet for another conversation with him so I decided to go back to my room.