Novel & Cerita Hockey Love Books

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.

Did someone push him? ‘It’s ice hockey, Vivianne. Things like these are bound to happen on the rink’. Sighs. Whatever! I don't care!

My hands fumble with his body packs, did I mention that he has the best manly body shape I’ve ever seen. "I love you, baby." He whispered audibly enough for me to hear as he looked into my eyes with a heated gaze. He leaned in again and kissed me, he softly squeezed my hip before reaching down again. As he whispered something, a thrilling sensational chill went through my body. He hooked up his hand behind my knee, I instantly knew what he wanted to do "Go slow." My voice was incredibly low. I was breathless, he always got me there.

My mother and Ellie needed me, the racing community needed me. Ellie’s best friend Shelby helped her stay grounded when dad died. She also knew how to put me in my place. But I do have to say when I put my first car together to go to the track she was right there in the stands with Ellie watching every weekend. ——————————————— Ricky’s pov “Hey are u coming to the track tonight” I ask Shelby who was currently camped out on our couch. “Have I ever not? Who is going to keep your sister from ripping her hair out” she says not taking her eyes off the tv. “Ricky I don’t know why u chose this sport knowing how dangerous it is”. She hated the way my sister gets when I race.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

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 said, grabbing my keys off the counter, "it usually gets me out of trouble." She laughed one last time before gathering her clothes from the floor. I grabbed my hockey gear and headed for the door. The second it clicked shut behind me, I sprinted down the hall. Five minutes later, my tires screeched into the athletic complex parking lot. The familiar blast of freezing air hit me as I pushed through the heavy doors and jogged toward the ice. Coach was by the board, deep in conversation with Tristan. I took a breath and approached. “Coach, I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to be late. I was… stuck reading the Bible.”

“Like I’ve been sidelined with an injury, waiting for someone to tell me I can get back on the ice.” “That’s not dumb, Cole,” I whisper, because it isn’t. It’s heartbreak wrapped in discipline. He gives a small, almost imperceptible smile but I know better. He doesn’t believe me. “I loved three things. Mera… Nathan… and ” “And hockey,” I finish for him. “And hockey,” he echoes. No explanation is needed. The emptiness of losing Mera and the void of the game she never got to see him play again is written plain as day in the lines of his face.

"Ashton. You look like I just asked you to solve an equation." "I don't know the response to give for the question," he said. "What question, what do you love? That's the most basic human question in existence." "It's a question people ask when they want to know how to get to you." I stared at him. "I asked because I told you I loved ice cream and it felt one sided." He was quiet for a second. "Hockey," he said finally. "I am not talking about the reputation, or the captain thing. Just the actual game. The ice at five am when nobody else is there yet."

I stood there, overwhelmed, my throat closing up as the weight of their hatred crashed down on me. "Shut up!" Coach barked, trying to regain control. "All of you, quiet down!" Nobody listened. The team was in chaos, pointing fingers at me. Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the room. Ryan had slammed his hockey stick against the concrete floor so hard the graphite snapped clean in two. Everyone froze, looking at him. Without saying a single word, he reached up to his chest. His long fingers hooked under the fabric of his jersey, right where the bold, white letter *C* was stitched over his heart.