Novel & Cerita Hockey Love Story Books

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

Meanwhile I didn't forget the boy I liked at school, his name was Damian. One day it seemed that luck was on my side, because when I was walking through the corridors of the school I bumped into him and the books I was carrying in my hand flew everywhere, the push was so strong that I fell as long as I am, he immediately ran to help me up and while he picked up my books, I was arranging my uniform and the poncho on my head that was left on the side of my head from the blow I gave myself, I was adjusting my uniform and the ponytail on my head that was left on my side from the blow I gave myself, but I was really interested in being presentable for Damián, who was so close to me, I felt his br

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

“Word travels fast around here. Especially when the hockey captain suddenly decides to play house with the girl who used to be invisible.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I hated how easily my body betrayed me. Around us, a few students slowed their steps, pretending not to eavesdrop while clearly hanging on every word. Sienna stepped closer, her voice dropping to something almost intimate. “Look, I’m going to do you a favor because I almost feel bad for you. Jax doesn’t do relationships. He does distractions. And right now? You’re the shiny new distraction.” I swallowed, the taste of metal on my tongue. “That’s not really your business.”

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

“You remember why you started playing, right? It wasn’t because you loved the game at first. You started because it was the only thing that made sense when everything else was falling apart.” Noah’s throat suddenly felt tight because that was true. Painfully true. Hockey had never been about dreams. At first, it had simply been ice, noise, movement, a place where he could breathe, where hospital smells and unpaid bills and fear couldn't reach him. A place where he wasn't helpless. Chase reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn hockey puck. Black, scuffed, edges scratched from countless practices and games. He rolled it between his fingers once, then held it out.

Blood had failed me with my father; this—this was everything. “Why did people hate you?” Ellie pressed again, persistent. I took a deep breath. “Because our love was different. Two men who play hockey falling in love made some people angry. And the bad people lied about us on TV. But a lot of people stood up for us. Kids at school might hear old stories, but you tell them your dads love each other and love you more than anything. Okay?” She considered this, then nodded. “Okay. I love you bigger than the rink.”

​An hour later, he was waiting for me just outside the dining hall. ​"You sure took your time," he said as he walked over. ​"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. ​He took my hands in his, and I felt that strange warmth return. He led me toward the athlete's wing of the cafeteria, a territory I usually avoided like the plague. Ryan didn't stop until we reached the long table where the rest of the hockey team sat. ​The chatter died instantly. ​"Whoa, Cap," one of the guys, a massive defenseman named Miller, whistled low. "Since when do you do relationships? I thought you were 'married to the game.'"

“I’ll be fucking honored, Hayes.” The ring slid onto my finger and then he cupped my wet face in both hands before leaning in to kiss me. Deeply and wholly and stupidly perfect in front of five thousand screaming fans. If anyone had ever told me Dorian, the guy who hated me would be mine forever, I would never have believed it. Dorian pucked me hard, figuratively and literally and showed me love beyond my imagination. Enough with the hockey puns. I love my Redhead. Thank you for reading and enjoying my love story.

He held me tighter, one hand still rubbing soothing circles on my back, the other cradling the back of my head. I buried my face deeper into his neck, letting the tears fall freely. In the quiet of his arms, memories flooded me — the crisp sound of blades cutting ice, the roar of the crowd, the burning in my lungs as I pushed harder, faster. Hockey wasn’t just a sport to me. It wasn’t even a career. It was my lifeline. The one thing that pulled me out of darkness when everything else felt meaningless. The rhythm of the game, the camaraderie with my teammates, the pure rush of flying across the rink with the puck at my stick — it had saved me. It had given me purpose, identity, and joy. I lov