Hockey Fanfic Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Claire Bennett spent one unforgettable night with hockey superstar Damon Black, the man she had secretly loved for years. But the morning after his championship victory, Damon vanished without a trace, leaving Claire to discover she was carrying his baby. Forced to raise her daughter alone after Damon’s family made it clear she would never belong in his world, Claire built a new life in the shadows—while secretly inheriting her late mother's massive investment firm. Now, Damon is back. He doesn't know about the five-year-old girl who has his exact eyes, nor does he realize Claire is secretly worth more than his entire family. He only knows his father has forced him into an

so easy to do what’s right in this situation for Daniel. And yet…he can’t bring himself to. Because the look on Dylan’s face Friday evening when Andre gets back to the dorm with two of the double chocolate pastries? it’s worth all of the gut twisting he endures when Daniel is around. Dylan does not enjoy hockey. If he had to rank all of the sports on a chart, hockey is so close to the very rock bottom. But….for the first time… basically ever …he wants to go the game this weekend.

"She sent me a video of her watching the final minute. She was screaming at the TV so loud the neighbors called to check on her." "At least she likes hockey," Toby laughed. "My girl, Elena, still thinks a power play is something they do in politics. But man, I miss her. Seven days is a long time to be away." The table started a round of Girlfriend Talk.It was the kind of conversation that happens when a bunch of guys have been stuck in a hotel together for a week. "I’m taking Jess to that new Italian place as soon as we get back," the goalie said. "I promised her a real date if we won the trophy. She’s already picked out her dress."

I chuckled inwardly when I remembered how irritated and disgusted her facial expression was when I told her I'd fucked Amara or Angela whatever her name was—on the kitchen counter. Granted, I wasn't exactly one to talk. I was no fucking monk, and neither were Xavi or Merrick. What can I say? Hockey players are notoriously horny motherfuckers. When we’re not sweating our asses off on the ice, the four of us can usually be found hooking up with a puck bunny or two. Or three, if your name happens to be Merrick and it’s New Year’s Eve of last year. "I’ve been texting your phone for the past fucking hour, man," Xavi informed me, grunting as his massive shoulders hunched forward. He reached down t

I say undeterred by her amusement. “Oh, honey-bell. He’s lusting after you, besides he’s a hockey player. What do you expect and not just a hockey player, the fucking hottest player on the planet. I know what I’d be doing, girl. I’d be riding that stallion until I hurt.” She carries on laughing. “Forget it, that is never going to happen. Hell would have to freeze over first and pigs would have to fly. No fucking way. Anyway, enough tell me what’s going on over there.”

“What's going on?” “You know my friend, Linda?” I nodded, feeling even more confused and alert. “Yea, what about her?” “She called me half an hour ago because her daughter saw the trending news all over T****k and X. You're dating a professional hockey player? A celebrity?!” “Oh, well…” I shrugged, “it is true. I am…dating a professional hockey player, yep.” “Zaria! Athletes are the worst genres of men to date, I thought we already went over this on your eighteenth birthday,” my mom whined, her eyes dimming slightly. Eyes that everyone said mine was identical to.

Ryan's whole life depended on these next 120 seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed like thunder. "This is it! Two minutes to decide who becomes the next college hockey sensation!" My stomach twisted into knots. Ryan was skating hard, sweat dripping down his beautiful face. He looked so focused, so determined. God, he was gorgeous even when he was exhausted. Then I saw him. Derek Stone. The devil himself gliding across the ice like a predator hunting prey. Derek was everything parents warned their daughters about - dangerous, wild, and absolutely ruthless. He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and now he played for our biggest rival.

"He had one." "So he had a condom ready." She raised her eyebrows. "In his nightstand. That's definitely not weird." "Roxie, he's on the hockey team." I gave her a flat look. "What exactly were you expecting? Virgins?" She opened her mouth. Something shifted on her face. "I mean..." "They're all like that." I tilted my head. "Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground."

Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances.

Don’t” The word came out flat. ”Reeve—“ “Please. Just—don’t.” I pushed past her, stumbling back into the hallway where some students turned their attention to me. I’d spent three years in this building—covering hockey games nobody else wanted to write about. Hockey players were all the same. Rich kids who thought rules didn’t apply to them. I’d hated them since freshman year. And Zane Ashford was the worst of them. The captain of the team—star center and NHL draft prospect whose signing bonus would be more than anything I could imagine. The trust fund kid whose father’s name was on the athletics buiding we were standing in.