Hockey Fanfic Novels & Stories

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PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) BOOK 6 Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.

"I want to take a very hot shower, and I want to sleep in our bed for the next twelve hours." "We can order a large pizza right now, and we will pick it up on our way back to the university dorm," I planned for him. "You can pick the toppings, and I will pay the bill to celebrate your big win." I expected him to pull away from the hug so we could walk to the locker room, but he did not move his feet. His large body stayed pressed against mine, and his breathing suddenly changed from a slow rhythm to a fast pant. A loud groan escaped his throat, and the sudden sound of pure pain echoed in the quiet section of the tunnel. His strong arms went weak around my waist, and he lost his balance on hi

"Yes, this is my boyfriend Alex. His parents are the talk of the city where he's from, you know. Big business people. And Alex here is going to be the best hockey player alive one day. He's so talented." I nearly choked. Big talk of town ? I opened my mouth but she squeezed my arm harder. Her dad shook my hand, firm. "Hockey, huh? What position?" "Uh, forward," I said, because what the hell else was I supposed to say? "Working hard on it." Lila jumped in again. "He's being modest. Scouts are already looking at him. We're so proud." I stood there smiling like an idiot while she built this whole fake life around me. Rich parents. Future hockey star. Perfect boyfriend. My actual life, a broke s

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

"He shouldn't have put his mouth on yours. Listen carefully, I hate Brian. I hate this hockey team. And I especially dislike Jayden." My eyebrows lift. "Why?" "Because I don't trust hockey players." "Seems like you've made up your mind about them." "Your boyfriend is a hockey player." "Ex-boyfriend." "Exactly." I can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately. "Look," she says more softly. "Maybe he's a decent guy. He just shouldn't hurt you. And... I gotta go. I love you so much. Text me okay?" I nod. "I love you."

The rink near my apartment was empty now, the ice reflecting the streetlights faintly. I should’ve been sleeping. We had training early tomorrow. Instead, I was sitting in the dark acting like some obsessed teenager. Maybe I was one. I picked the phone back up before I could stop myself and reread the last message I sent him. > Dear Kane, I’m one of your fans. Actually… I think calling myself a fan isn’t enough anymore. I’ve watched almost every game you’ve played. I started loving hockey because of you, which is embarrassing considering we’re very different.

But this time, I wasn't crying. Outside, the cold air hit my face and I exhaled for what felt like the first time in an hour. Sienna lasted approximately eleven seconds. "So. Your anonymous bar bathroom stranger is the hottest hockey transfer in the country. Who now goes to our school. And plays on the same team as your ex-best-friend-slash-heartbreak. And just shoved said heartbreak into a wall. In front of you." "When you say it like that–" "It sounds insane? Because it IS insane. This is not real life. This is a W*****d plot."

“You’re bad at lying.” “I’m not lying,” she says. “I’m being hopeful.” “I don’t want hope,” I say. “I want peace.” She studies me. “Then why are you still shaking?” I look down. My hands are clenched into fists. “I don’t want him to win,” I whisper. Maddie’s voice softens. “You won’t.” “Ryan thinks I’ll disappear,” I continued. “He thinks I’ll stay quiet. He thinks he can rewrite ten years like I never mattered.”