Hockey Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers, and hear the way she moans my name. Shit. My wolf’s been growling in my head ever since. He wants her just as much as I do.

“You might fall recklessly in love with me.” Her eyes narrow. Her jaw clenches as she strides toward me, stabbing her index finger at my chest. “Listen to me,” she hisses. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but being a hockey star in the NHL isn’t enough to make me fall for you. So get that fantasy out of your oversized head.” “Ohh,” I grin wider, loving how worked up she is. “I don’t think you’ll fall for me, Lucy. I know you will. And I’m just saving you the heartbreak of falling for someone who’ll never feel the same way.”

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

The outline of his cock hung there between those powerful hockey thighs, thick and long and swinging like it already knew it wanted to stretch a tight little hole open. My hole. “Alice.” Those storm-gray eyes dragged over my body, my tight tank top sticking to my hard nipples from the sticky summer heat, my tiny denim shorts riding way up my ass, barely covering anything. His jaw clenched super tight, like he was pissed and starving at the same time.

Why not just do it now? I sighed loudly and started. “Well, it's not as crazy as yours. Some of us didn't join gangs.” I said sarcastically. “You wound me.” “Yeah. Err, I used to have this boyfriend earlier in college. He was….is a hockey player too. I really liked him then. Though he felt the same way about me. It turned out that he was with me basically because of a bet. Cliche right?” I laughed at my own joke. But nothing seemed funny to Liam because his face was witching up from what I could see here.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

“I’ll be fucking honored, Hayes.” The ring slid onto my finger and then he cupped my wet face in both hands before leaning in to kiss me. Deeply and wholly and stupidly perfect in front of five thousand screaming fans. If anyone had ever told me Dorian, the guy who hated me would be mine forever, I would never have believed it. Dorian pucked me hard, figuratively and literally and showed me love beyond my imagination. Enough with the hockey puns. I love my Redhead. Thank you for reading and enjoying my love story.

I flipped us, driving into her hard until I spilled deep inside her with a groan, burying my face in her neck. After, we lay tangled and sweaty. She traced the tattoos on my chest while I rubbed her back. “You okay?” I asked. “Seem a little distracted.” She hesitated, then shrugged. “Mom brought over some old hockey stuff. Fan-girl crap from when I was younger. It’s embarrassing.” I smiled, pulling her closer. “Nothing embarrassing about loving the game. Or players.” I kissed her forehead. “You don’t gotta hide shit from me.” She smiled but didn’t say more. I let it go, holding her tight. Her kindness with Spencer, her smarts at work, even her little secrets—they all made me fall harder.