Novel & Cerita Hockey Love Story Books

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

I have one job, win this game. Mitchell skates past me, shoulder-checking me harder than necessary. “Nice punch, Hart,” he sneers. “Too bad your head’s not in the game.” I don’t look at him. I don’t react. I just keep skating. He hates that. Next shift, he tries again, a shove to my back, a slash to my stick, a muttered insult about my team. Still nothing. I’m not giving him the satisfaction. But then he says her name. “Hey, how’s your little ice princess? Lena, right? Shame, she got hurt. But maybe I can help her 'heal' up”

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As I stepped away from her she turned over her shoulder and gave me a smile that could light up the whole space and I swear I fell a little for the little minx at that moment. The thought just entered my mind but I already knew the outcome couldn't possibly be good for me. Because when someone hated something with a passion that wouldn't change because of one person. And we all knew Valentina hated hockey and she wouldn't stop hating it because of me. I also still had to discover the reason behind all that hate. But one way or another, she wasn't willing to accept hockey wholeheartedly, and I wasn't willing to give up hockey. Guess you could say my love was doomed from the start. Or was it?

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.

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

“I know you don’t want to be here. I know you think I’m a lost cause. But maybe we can make this mutually beneficial.” I crossed my arms. “Mutually beneficial? What could a hockey player possibly offer me?” A familiar mischievous glint returned to his eyes. “You help me actually pass art—teach me how to put some ‘soul’ into those drawings Zoey keeps yelling about.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “In return… I’ll help you get Tristan.” The floor tilted under me. “Excuse me?” “You’ve been gone for him for years. The party, The café,It’s painful to watch, Tessy.”

We passed the corner store, the park where we used to play tag as kids, and finally reached our houses, hers right next to mine. Once inside, I went straight for my bedroom. I tossed my bag onto the floor and collapsed on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Hockey. God, I missed it. The rush of the game, the sound of the puck hitting the stick, the cheer of the crowd. It was a part of me. But it was also the reason for my biggest heartbreak. And I wasn’t going to crumble again. I rolled onto my side, pulling a pillow close. I could hear faint laughter from the kitchen where my mom was talking on the phone, but I stayed in my room. I needed the quiet.

I leaned back in my chair. “When you were little…” A sad smile crossed her face. “…you loved everything.” “Hockey.” “Baseball.” “Fishing.” “You wanted to build tree forts.” “You wanted to learn guitar for about three weeks.” I laughed quietly. “I was terrible.” “You were awful.” She smiled. “But you were happy.” Her eyes drifted toward the window. “You couldn’t wait to wake up every morning because every day felt like an adventure.” The smile slowly faded. “Then hockey became more serious.”