Hockey Drama Booktok Novels & Stories

I'd say, and she'd melt. One afternoon, she was in the living room, reading on the couch. I came up behind her, massaging her shoulders. "What's this one about?" "A princess and her guard. Forbidden." I leaned down, nibbling her ear. "Like us." My hands slid to her breasts, cupping them over her sweater. She dropped the book, leaning back into me. "Jake, what if someone sees?" "No one's here." I pulled her sweater up, exposing her bra. I unclasped it, letting her tits spill free, perfect handfuls with pink nipples. I pinched them, rolling until she moaned.

Dark hair messy beneath his helmet like a cologne commercial designed to ruin women financially and emotionally. Still an asshole though. “You’re watching this again?” she asked. Ethan finally glanced at her. “This was his hat trick game.” “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me.” “It means he scored three goals in one game.” “Congratulations to him and his violent ice soccer.” Ethan gasped in mock offense. “Did you just call hockey ice soccer?” “Yes.” “That’s offensive.” She bit into her toast. “You know what’s offensive? The fact that this man has rejected me four times this month.”

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

The bookstore was exactly how she had imagined it: floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with stories that smelled of aged paper and binding glue, the sunlight streaming in through the front windows to illuminate the floating dust motes like tiny diamonds. It had been six months since Jax had officially retired from the NHL. The transition had been smoother than either of them had dared to hope. While the sports world had mourned the loss of "The Glacier," Jax had traded his pads and helmet for a life of quiet stability. He was currently in the back of the shop, kneeling on the floor as he organized a shipment of new hardcovers, his movements efficient and his focus absolute. "You’re going to give

"Seriously, don't let those country club snobs get to you. My life is a complete circus right now too. I'm currently hiding out here because I'm furious at my boyfriend. He's this giant, thick-skulled hockey player named Miller, and he thinks he can just ignore my texts for six hours because they're in 'heavy training lines' or whatever." My jaw literally dropped. The tissue in my hand crumpled as I stared at her in absolute, utter shock. "Wait. Miller? As in Miller, the defenseman?" Chloe paused, her coffee straw hovering near her lips as her eyes went wide. "Yeah. How do you know Miller?" "He's... he's Brayden's defensive partner on the ice," I stammered, the sheer coincidence of it making

“You’re bad at lying.” “I’m not lying,” she says. “I’m being hopeful.” “I don’t want hope,” I say. “I want peace.” She studies me. “Then why are you still shaking?” I look down. My hands are clenched into fists. “I don’t want him to win,” I whisper. Maddie’s voice softens. “You won’t.” “Ryan thinks I’ll disappear,” I continued. “He thinks I’ll stay quiet. He thinks he can rewrite ten years like I never mattered.”

I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

Tamara’s POV Hockey practice on Monday was like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. I didn’t mean to go. I told myself I was just walking to the rink to grab a textbook Elena had left there after the game. That was the lie I told myself, and I almost believed it until I found myself standing in the bleachers with my backpack slung over one shoulder, watching them warm up.

He looked happy. It must have gotten to me cause the next thing I knew I was facing Kiera, she had that mischievous smile on her face, I passed the puck to her and she passed it back, I made to pass it to someone when she lifted her hockey stick. I froze, something in my head yelled at me to move but I couldn't. I watched as the hockey stick descended, I shifted and it landed on my neck, missing the helmet and landed directly on me, I heard a pop as the pain overwhelmed me. Everything became black and I felt my body drop to the floor.

Chapter 182: Third Person POV The man's fingers traced the glossy magazine cover slowly, deliberately, his touch almost reverent as it moved across the photograph displayed there, a hockey player mid-action, captured in perfect athletic form, his face focused and intense beneath the headline "Zane Mercer: The NHL's Most Elusive Star." The downtown Seattle penthouse where he sat was dark except for the ambient city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows that made the expensive modern furniture look almost sinister in the dim glow.