Novel & Cerita Hockey Player Booktok Drama

"No games. No letting it out. Some wolves are not meant to be caged in a rink." "But I love hockey" I cried cowering inside my closet. "I know my superstar" he took my hand, pulling me out gently. "You'd be a part of the team, I'd make sure of it". I fell to his chest, and met his eyes briefly. "But you'd be benched, that way, we control it better... because anger triggers it and players can be something else" "I promised him," I said, comfortably resting on his chest, agonized.

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

"Hockey fans all over have been dying to know 'what’s your type?'" I gave her a deadpan look. "Hockey pucks." Laughter rippled through the room, but she wasn’t finished. "What about in bed?" Beside me, Ethan coughed, obviously enjoying himself. Some of my teammates grinned, sensing blood in the water. A brunette with glasses leaned in, voice smooth like she was narrating a scandal. "Yeah, Logan. Do you have a kink?" A few of my teammates jumped in immediately. "Oh, he’s definitely got one."

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

he laughed, my hands still flipping in the air to get the MacBook away. "Wait—is that p**n you're writing?" he asked, looking at the sexy picture uploads on the page. I got so angry. "Give it to me, now!" I screamed. My hands touched his broad chest. It was the first time I had felt abs like that. Massive. We stared at each other, saying nothing. "The only players that have a long brown hockey stick for the game are Newton and me," he said. "Who's the star of your sexual fantasies, Miss Glasses? Your stepbrother?" he asked.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

Before Valeria could even open her mouth to politely decline, Shawn Sterling immediately stepped in. Shawn moved his tall body smoothly into the space between Valeria and the player. He didn't raise his voice or cause a scene, but his handsome face turned incredibly firm as he extended his hand for a cold, tight handshake. He looked the Canadian player dead in the eye, silently staking his claim and telling him to back off without saying a single aggressive word. The hockey player quickly got the message, clearing his throat nervously before backing away to join his teammates.

My entire body stilled. The Khaelon Dravik. Star hockey player. Heir to the Dravik fortune. Captain of the undefeated Hockey Team. The face on every student poster, the name on every varsity jersey. The one everyone talked about like he was myth wrapped in flesh. Unreachable and my ultimate crush. My first love even if he never knew it. I used to watch his games through a cracked laptop screen, memorizing the sharp angles of his jaw under his helmet, the vicious grace of how he skated across the rink like a storm no one could stop. He didn’t just play, he dominated. And now, here he was.