Novel & Cerita Hockey Fanfic

He studied her for a second really looked, the cameras a dull hum at the edge of his attention and found himself saying something he hadn’t planned to say at all. “I have a sister. Gia. She’s seventeen, she’s applying to colleges right now, and she’s the only person in my family who’s never once asked me if the hockey thing is going to pan out, because she’s just she believes it already. Doesn’t even occur to her it might not.” He shrugged, suddenly aware he’d said more than the scene called for. “If this whole scandal costs me my draft position, I’m not scared of losing hockey. I’m scared of what it does to her face when she finds out I let her down.”

he cursed, laughing harder, like everything I was saying was a joke to him. “Sky, I swear, you’ve been watching too many spy movies—and I cannot blame you. This is what happens when you watch too many human crime movies. What do you think this place is?” he asked, gesturing dramatically. “Bro, this is Silverfangs. It’s a hockey game. There’s always security—excess security, yo!” He may not understand, and I didn’t blame him. The only person who would have understood me had refused to hear a word from me.

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”

"That's against bro-code. Best friend code, too. Your sisters are off-limits. My teammates too. Do we have a deal?" I was enjoying the little flirt with the tall-as-hell hockey player, but there was no way anything would come out of it. There's no way I'm going to actually get involved with any of these guys, even if some of them are really hot. But I like knowing Bram will stay away from my gorgeous sisters. "We have a deal," I agree

Hell, I could probably finish just from the way she’s pressed against me. She feels it too. My length hardens beneath my jeans, and her hips roll forward in response, slow and deliberate. Taunting me like a fucking dare. Laughter erupts downstairs, the sound rolling up through the floorboards along with someone shouting about the number one pick. The party is for Nash Walker—heir to Ironclaw Pack, my best friend, the guy who just got drafted first overall in the NHL this afternoon. The whole pack is downstairs celebrating him, drinking his beer and chanting his name like he’s already a legend. And I’m up here in his father’s office with his sister wrapped around my waist, about to betray him

It fell down to the middle of my thighs, completely hiding the ultra-tight, emerald-green silk dress I’d poured myself into for later. To the six thousand screaming human fans packed into the arena below, Roman was a lethal, multi-million-dollar defenseman with a reputation for breaking jaws and hearts in equal measure. To me? He was just Roman. The boy who grew up next door, the guy who checked under my bed for monsters when we were kids, and the absolute bane of my existence now that we were adults.

He had been the only one on the team who knew my family dynamics. Hockey was supposed to be my safe space from all of this, but damn Hunter had snuck in and was stealing everything from me. My team, my family and even my dog. I had to find a way to get rid of him. "Man, what's up?" "Where are you?" I could hear the sound of music at the background. "At a little get together around the square." "Send me the address." He let out a bark of laughter. "Stop playing around. This isn't really your scene, man. What's going on?"

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.

Adrian followed like he owned the place. Elliot reached for his shirt and pulled it off. "Playing hockey is my happiness, man. I won't let one man take it away because he thinks he knows what's best for me" he finished tossing the shirt aside. "You're right. It's actually not fair that he gets to decide what you want to do with your life" Adrian said quietly, lowering his gaze a little. "I can't even tell him I wanna play hockey" Elliot looked at him properly now. "You wanna play hockey?"

his voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, and I realized he'd moved closer without me noticing, standing so close I could smell the sweat and ice and something else that was just him. "Yes, I've been a fan of hockey and you played... nice today," the words came out wrong, too formal and stiff, and I wanted to kick myself because this wasn't the plan at all and I probably sounded like an idiot. "A fan of hockey?" He raised one eyebrow slightly, like he was mocking me, and there was a question hanging in the air between us that he wasn't asking out loud but I could feel it pressing against my skin. One thing I'd learned about people like Zane was that they wanted you to break first, wanted