Novel & Cerita Hockey Drama Booktok

I hesitated, but succumbed anyways. “Just one,” I said, not thinking too much to it, a shot with hurt. We sat on the couch, the city lights reflecting on the river outside. Caleb poured us both a drink, handing me a glass. “To better days,” he said, clinking his glass against mine. I took a sip. The whiskey burned going down, but it warmed me from the inside. We talked for a while about hockey, about the team drama, about nothing important. Caleb was easy to talk to when he wasn’t trying too hard. He listened. He didn’t push.

] "A haunted toaster? You’d have to write it, wouldn't you?" Axel: [He laughs, looking at me with genuine warmth.] "Don't tempt her, Michael. She’s crazy enough to do it." Me: "Believe me, I am. Now get out of here. Go home, bake your chicken, and leave me to my coffee. And Michael? Take your damn gear off the kitchen island." AUTHOR'S NOTE Well, we did it. We actually made it to the end. If you are reading this, you have survived dozens of chapters of hockey drama, nursing school stress, billionaire-level family dysfunction, and enough domestic tension to power a small city.

"And no hockey?" I took the stick and the familiar weight sent a pang through my chest. "The tournament was cancelled because of the investigation. Everyone’s season is over. The team, they don't even want to see me. I cleared your name, Jax, but I ruined the sport for everyone else this year. My dream, too" "You didn't ruin it," Jax snapped with intensity. "Ethan and his old man ruined it the second they decided the game wasn't enough for them. You just turned the lights on. You shouldn't blame yourself for their mess."

His skin was burning hot, the faint scent of sandalwood and fresh sweat enveloping me as his chin came down to rest in the hollow of my shoulder. "You're overthinking again, Hart," he murmured, his voice a rough, gravelly morning rasp that sent a sharp, involuntary shiver straight down my spine. "I can hear your brain ticking from here." "I'm an author of my own career, Stefan, and right now, my narrative looks like a complete disaster," I whispered, turning my head slightly until my nose brushed against the dark stubble of his jawline. "You're suspended indefinitely. The GM wants to fire me. The entire sports world is waiting for the morning papers to confirm that the Aurora Wolves are a ci

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

Aurelia has been Zephyron's best friend since they got admitted into Blackridge Academy; she has feelings for him, but he only sees her as his best friend. Aurelia watched as Zephyron's girlfriend constantly broke up with him countless times. It hurt her every time because she was always there to comfort him. His tears broke her, and each time she hoped he would see her love for him, but Zeph never did. To him, she remained a shoulder to cry on. Then one day, Zeph and Lyra broke up for real. Lyra transferred schools because of him. Aurelia played her role well this time and eventually, he saw that she loved him. He agreed to court her, but to him she was a distraction from his ex. A

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.