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“You must be out of your absolute mind, Jessica. And you’re even more delusional if you think for a single second I would ever ask out a girl like you.” Jessica didn't even flinch at the harsh insult. Instead, she stood up right in front of me, closing the gap until the front of her top was practically brushing against my chest. She looked up through her lashes, fluttered her eyelids, and leaned into my space. “How about we play a little game of truth or dare, then?” “Excuse me?” “It’s a simple game with zero complicated rules,” she purred, her hands reaching down to the hem of her top. “I’m going to undress right here. If you don't flinch or look away, I’ll accept that you aren't attracted

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Don't respond." "I wasn't planning to." "Good, because that's exactly what he wants." I looked back at the screen, and he was right. Levi wanted attention. He wanted people discussing me, questioning me and dragging my name back into the story he had already tried to control. The problem was that some part of me still hated the thought of him telling strangers that I had only become good at hockey because of Seven. I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to remind everyone that I had been studying the game long before Seven had ever heard my name.

HUNTER I get whatever I want, you just name it. My parents were filthy rich and I was in the school’s hockey team, and that was synonymous to everyone falling for my feet Girls wanted to date me, while guys wanted to be me My words alone was like a worship everyone listened to, cool right? And I was getting more famous day by day My team were training hard, our goal was to advance to the nationals and not stop playing at high school, hockey was really my dream, my life, that was why when one of my teammates got injured during the playoffs with another fucking school, it hit me right on the chest

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.

“But there’s more to me than this.” I barked out another laugh. “Right. The famous Logan Black. Star hockey player. Face of every second billboard downtown. I’ve seen the posters, Logan, and the magazine covers. That’s all you’ve ever been.” If he was fazed, he didn’t show it. Not one crack. Not even a tiny splinter in that polished exterior of his. He just moved past me, picked up his glass again, and took a sip like we weren’t standing in the middle of a minefield.

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.

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.

"Seriously, don't let those country club snobs get to you. My life is a complete circus right now too. I'm currently hiding out here because I'm furious at my boyfriend. He's this giant, thick-skulled hockey player named Miller, and he thinks he can just ignore my texts for six hours because they're in 'heavy training lines' or whatever." My jaw literally dropped. The tissue in my hand crumpled as I stared at her in absolute, utter shock. "Wait. Miller? As in Miller, the defenseman?" Chloe paused, her coffee straw hovering near her lips as her eyes went wide. "Yeah. How do you know Miller?" "He's... he's Brayden's defensive partner on the ice," I stammered, the sheer coincidence of it making