Novel & Cerita Hockey Fanfic

***** When I got to my faculty, Tiffany stood near the far end of the hallway with Chloe and Amber beside her, a coffee cup balanced loosely in one hand like none of this mattered to her at all. At this point I might as well get used to Tiffany and her antics, but today it hurt more because I was responsible for it. “Honestly,” Tiffany said loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear, “it’s almost embarrassing how hard Hazel even faked dated him. Two pathetic people.. Arghh” A few people laughed quietly but I kept walking. Tiffany’s eyes followed me immediately. “She followed him everywhere,” she continued smoothly. “And for what? A suspended hockey player everyone thinks is hiding steroid pro

“He only posted a video of me leaving? He should have posted the video of me flipping his massive, over-privileged body over my shoulder. I guess the golden boy is too embarrassed to let the world see him get humbled.” ”You flipped Saxton Vance?!” Jessica clutched her head in her hands, her voice hitting a high pitch. ”Are you insane?! His fangirls are literal feral demons, Sarah! They will come after you now that Saxton has demanded to find you!” “Let them try. I am not afraid of his little fans, Jessica,” I hissed. “Both Saxton Vance and his psychotic fans can go straight to hell and rot.” ”Sarah, don’t mess with him!” Jessica pleaded, her voice tight with genuine fear. ”He’s not just some

Hailey's pov I stepped into the changing room, the sound of victory still echoing through the hockey hall. My chest heaved as I let out a shaky breath, imagining the warmth of the water waiting for me. I slipped out of the hockey grounds and headed straight into the female showers. The moment the warm water slid down my body, my tense muscles loosened one by one. It had been a long, brutal game, and I was relieved we came out victorious. I could still hear people chanting Roy’s name—our captain, the golden boy, leading the school to another win. This meant everything for his career.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

Maybe that’s one of the reasons I head out to the locker rooms, take off my gear before deciding to ditch all my classes. The wind howls hard against my hair, the same reeking scent of this little town getting under my skin faster than the need building in my gut. Mallow Creek was a town no sane person would look at twice. First time, I ever looked at this town, I knew it’d be inhabitable. Yet I forced my brothers to stay, to play hockey here, to become friends with a girl who’d wind up dead. The common denominator in all that though was that I forced them to stay because of the white-haired chick with the mouth of the devil.

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.

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.

“Did you see that, Marie? He told me he loved me.” “No. Ouch.” She pulled away and massaged her fingers. “He only winked at you. He does that all the time to his fans.” “No but this one was a very unique one.” I return my gaze to the hockey match, my eyes following every move Ajax makes. “He's so dreamy.” I smiled. “Eww! Stop drooling at my boyfriend.” The water bottle hit my head in a loud chunk and I whipped around to find Missy Cooper laughing with her friends.

She chuckled at her own words. Another hockey guy for a boyfriend? I would pass. Thank you. After the break-up with Liam, I’ve grown a sudden trauma or rather dislike for Hockey dudes. They are the worst men in terms of relationships, from my experience. Don’t get me wrong. I love hockey. I’ve come to like the sport over the years, but the players? I dislike them. “I will pass. Relationships are not my thing. At least, not now.” I waved my hand over my face in disagreement. “I would rather focus on my studies and find a great job.”

My entire body stilled. The Khaelon Dravik. Star hockey player. Heir to the Dravik fortune. Captain of the undefeated Hockey Team. The face on every student poster, the name on every varsity jersey. The one everyone talked about like he was myth wrapped in flesh. Unreachable and my ultimate crush. My first love even if he never knew it. I used to watch his games through a cracked laptop screen, memorizing the sharp angles of his jaw under his helmet, the vicious grace of how he skated across the rink like a storm no one could stop. He didn’t just play, he dominated. And now, here he was.