Hockey Love Story Books Novels & Stories

My heart raced every damn time his hand held the stick firmly and when his stick hit the puck…watching my stepbrother play hockey has always been my favorite thing to watch in the world. To me, it felt like every part of me came alive with those effortless movements of him—he was the only guy who treated me right even when others tried to bully me. His messy and dark hair flowed over his face framing his sharp jawline perfectly. I couldn’t help but to feel butterflies swooning in my belly. I don't care about anyone's opinions about that because I know of one thing…everyone has their own love story. Mine just happened to be the kind of story that can never be told out loud —it is a forbidden

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.

“Last semester, remember when they swore the chemistry teacher was having an affair with the janitor? Rumors are oxygen in this place. Doesn’t mean they’re true.” But there’s something about the way people whisper this rumor. It’s not playful, not exaggerated for drama. It’s hushed, conspiratorial, like they’re genuinely afraid. I press my fork into the salad harder than necessary. “He’s just some transfer. Why do they care so much?” Lila leans closer, lowering her voice. “Because he’s on the team now. Our team. And you know how anyone who touches hockey around here is practically royalty. Except, in his case, people can’t decide if he’s a savior or a psychopath.”

He hated lies and deceit. I dragged my feet on the floor and after a few minutes, I realized I was heading into the forest , I felt like I was walking on thin ice ,between two dangerous alphas. One wrong move, and I would fall to my death. I knew I had to be careful, but I also knew that I couldn't keep this up for much longer. My charade would come crashing to the ground if Fenrir gets to know that I am not some rejected wolf but the daughter of an alpha sent to spy on him.

He looked at my face, his gaze tracking my eyes and dropping to my mouth before rising back up. ​Suddenly, he dropped his hockey stick. It clattered against the synthetic surface. ​He reached out and wrapped his large, heavy hands around my waist, pulling me a fraction of an inch closer to his broad chest. Because he was on skates, he was much taller than me, his massive frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. He used my body to anchor his weight, his grip tight and completely possessive. ​"Sasha," Rhys whispered, his voice dropping into a low, rough register. "If I lose the hockey career, everyone leaves. My friends, the fans, my family. They all leave when the lights go out."

Our family's pride. On rink wall hung photo. Twenty years old. Summer hockey camp staff photo. Young Emma and Jake in background. Unaware they were being photographed. Looking at each other. Already in love even then. Breaking up with hottest man on ice was biggest mistake of my life. Marrying him was best decision. And everything in between? That was just us learning how to love each other the way we always should have. Forever started on this ice. Forever continued every day. Forever would never end.

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”