Novel & Cerita Hockey Drama Booktok

“This is the good part. Small-town stuff. Hot chocolate with the new girl who falls dramatically.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks warmed anyway. “I didn’t fall. I was strategically repositioning.” “Strategically adorable,” he countered, and the way he said it—low, teasing—made my stomach do that stupid flip again. We talked for an hour that felt like ten minutes. He told me about the team’s playoff chances, how the left winger (some guy named Finn) was secretly terrified of pucks to the face, and how the town threw a bonfire after every win. I told him about missing the ocean, my half-finished fantasy manuscript about dragon-riding librarians, and the way my mom had cried when we left San D

Sky Wilson is the NHL’s unbreakable “Ice Wall”—the goalie who never cracks, never fails, and never lets anyone see behind the mask. Until a public panic attack during a championship game shatters his reputation and puts his starting position at risk. Forced into mandatory therapy with the team’s brilliant new sports psychologist, Dr. Amira Frank, Sky expects another person trying to fix him. He doesn’t expect the only woman who sees the man behind the Wall… and refuses to look away. As the playoffs approach and someone inside the organization leaks his private struggles, Sky must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save his career—and whether the one person who can help him is the on

And if I thought about Enzo too much, I was certain that I would go insane from missing him. Finally, the day of the dean’s hockey game arrived. I really didn’t want to go as even setting foot into the arena reminded me relentlessly of Enzo, but it was my duty to go as the team doctor. And, admittedly, I was intrigued. I was intrigued because there were rumors that morning of two new transfer students, named Sadie and Eli, who were coming to the hockey game. For some reason, I almost couldn’t help but secretly hope that these two new students were somehow linked to Enzo, but I knew that was silly. They were just regular transfer students, after all. I was probably only having these strange t

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

My fingers finding the keys with the same instinct that found them at 2 AM in a dorm room when the filthiest post poured out of me like blood from a wound. The team dinner was the following week. Steakhouse downtown. Twenty pro hockey players, their partners, the noise of cutlery and bass-heavy music and the low roar of men who spent their professional lives hitting each other talking about fantasy football. I sat beside Rhys in a black dress I’d bought with my first stipend cheque because the jersey felt wrong here – this wasn’t college anymore. The backup goalie leaned across the tablecloth. Thick jaw. Evaluating squint. The energy of a man about to say something he thought was clever.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

Sky The final whistle was a sweet sound in my ear. Our team had still won. Even though I was… well, suspended from the game. All because of that jerk. I wasn't exactly happy that I would have to be picking pucks for the next two games. No, I wasn't happy at all. Because That was one hell of a job. But somehow, I was happy because I wasn't going down alone. I was going down with the one arrogant dude who caused it. Such a tedious task was a perfect punishment for someone with that much pride.