Hockey Player Booktok Drama の小説・ストーリー

Not the nineteen thousand people in the stands who had come for hockey and were about to get something that would generate considerably more conversation at considerably greater volume for considerably longer than any hockey game had managed in recent memory. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The ice gleamed. The clock started. The puck dropped. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And the thing that had been building since October began its final approach. ----- _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle's grudge against him was getting old. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

PUCKING THE GOALIE BOOK 1 Intro; Name: Mara Lennox Age: 22 Personality: Sharp-tongued, observant, emotionally guarded, quietly feral when she wants something Background: Mara didn’t grow up dreaming about hockey players or fantasizing about them, She grew up around them so she wasn’t some groupie. Her older brother is a defenseman on the same hockey team, injury reserve now, sidelined for the time being until cleared. So she’s seen locker rooms, the bruises, blood, the ego these hockey players have, her brother being one of them and she’s familiar with the cycle of life most hockey players adapt.

I needed to filter every single word coming out of my mouth. An hour later, Nico threw his controller onto the coffee table in pure frustration. I ended up winning with a final score of 14 : 2. He turned his body toward me, leaning back against the cushions as he studied my face with an intense, probing gaze. "I thought girls didn't care about hockey, especially since they were banned from playing," he began, his voice dropping into a quiet interrogation that made my chest tighten. "My brother plays, remember? I picked up a few things watching him," I said, offering a sweet, relaxed smile to throw him off.

Damien’s voice cut off abruptly. I turned around slowly. Damien stood in the doorway, his hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his jaw tight as his gaze shifted from his father to me. The shock in his dark eyes lasted for only a fraction of a second before hardening into pure, unadulterated fury. Damien dropped his athletic bag to the floor with a heavy thud. He marched into the room, closing the distance between us until he was towering over me, invading my personal space.

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”

Chapter 1 ~Alex~ I could hear everyone stomping, chanting, already half-drunk on the promise of a good game. My heart pounded against my ribs as I followed my teammates toward the ice. The familiar ritual, the last few seconds before stepping into the light always made my stomach flip. Damien was ahead of me, his massive frame blocking out the lights. He turned his head just enough to catch my eye, that same cruel smirk plastered across his face. "Try not to fall on your ass out there, Rivera," he said loud enough for the guys around us to hear. "Wouldn't want everyone to see exactly what kind of player this school bought with a scholarship."

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"

"We run the joker play. We run it exactly how we drilled it." "With Danica?" Riot asked, pulling up on my left, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. "You think she's going to feed you the puck after that stunt with the K-pop star? Wake up, Caleb. The circus is over. The only way we save this season is if we play hockey, not politics." The referee's whistle blew, a sharp, piercing command that shattered the pre-game chatter. The starting lines moved toward the center circle. The third period of Game 8 was finally here. The scoreboard flashed a fragile 2-1 lead for Harrison, twenty minutes of brutal, unyielding ice standing between us and the final horn.