Hockey Love Story Books Novels & Stories

Chapter One Allison If my brother Zane found out what I was wearing under his best friend’s hockey jersey, he’d probably have a stroke right here in the luxury suite. The jersey belonged to Roman Greyson. Number 87. It was massive, made of heavy black-and-silver mesh that swallowed my frame, smelling exactly like him—expensive cedar wood, icy rink air, and a faint hint of pure, intoxicating male heat. It fell down to the middle of my thighs, completely hiding the ultra-tight, emerald-green silk dress I’d poured myself into for later.

Tamara’s POV Hockey practice on Monday was like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. I didn’t mean to go. I told myself I was just walking to the rink to grab a textbook Elena had left there after the game. That was the lie I told myself, and I almost believed it until I found myself standing in the bleachers with my backpack slung over one shoulder, watching them warm up.

Another two hours go by before he realizes Andre has fallen asleep, his notebook fallen on the floor, the book he was supposed to be annotating has a page bent in half as it's smushed between his chest and the mattress. This guy he’s lucky he’s an insanely talented hockey player because he’s hopeless and Dylan is hopeless too because by the time he finishes cleaning up both his and Andre’s study materials, he realizes that these feelings in his heart have nearly quintupled in size. And he doesn’t know if they’re ever going to stop.

"People hate being reminded that their trophies are hollow." "It doesn't matter now. My parents are already shipping me off to my grandma’s place. It’s a town so small that the map even skips over it. No scouts, no elite academies. Just cows and pine trees." Jax walked over to the bench where a single hockey stick was leaning. He picked it up and held it out to me. "And no hockey?"

The press conference room was packed university officials, reporters, NHL scouts in the back row watching Declan carefully. The athletic director gave us one final warning look before we took our seats at the front table. Declan reached over and laced our fingers together on the table. To the audience, it looked loving. Only I could feel how tightly he was gripping me. It was a silent reminder. The questions started easy. “How does it feel to turn rivalry into romance?” We gave the scripted answer. “The Vegas fight made us realize the passion was real. We eloped in the heat of the moment. We’re happier than ever.”

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

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.”

he said. Jade didn't flinch. He slowly let go of Elliot's arm and stepped forward, standing right beside the bed. He looked down. "I don't care. You think you can break me, but you can't. You've already taken away one thing that matters to me. Hockey was my entire life but since Elliot came back to my life. He's everything I could ever ask for. He's worth more than any jersey or any game" Lorenzo smirk faded slowly. Jade continued.

And why is he doing this to me? I never had a relationship in my 20 years of lifetime. I know I'm beautiful with white milky skin and hazel eyes with moose brown hair till my waist and a nice body. Many guys wanted to be in a relationship with me. But I avoided it. I only wanted to be with the man I love. I wanted the man I love to be my first in everything. But this psycho stole my first kiss. A small tear stained my cheek. I hate him so much.

Madeleine pretended to think, looking at her friend as they continuously giggled. " Oh, please. Don't remind me of that embarrassing moment. Gosh, I couldn't show my face for a week. The funny thing was that, that silly boy back then had to give me a mouth to mouth thinking i was going to die. It was my first kiss! I remember screaming loudly and crying." Cherry face palmed and cleared her throat embarrassingly when she saw the two girls laughing. Adeline almost choked on her drink trying hard not to give in to the laughter.