Hockey Player Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

“Andre —“ It’s obvious that he is about to interrupt but Dylan scowls. One hand raising to cover the man’s mouth whose eyes open wide in shock. “You didn’t let me get a single word in last time, so it's my turn…Getting closer to you, spending time with you. Learning about fuckass hockey, that i never cared about before. Watching the way you lead your team fiercely and knowing just how kind and sweet you are off the ice—those are things I would never want to go back to not experiencing and it fucking sucks—“ he chokes on a sob, eyes pooled with water but he’s been holding this all in to himself and he’s going to combust if he doesn’t just relieve this crumbling pressure off of his chest.

I implore, tears already streaming down my face as I grab him around the waist, trying to drag him away from Clarence. He feels so hard, with uncompromising corded lines of muscle. His skin feels hot under my touch, or maybe it’s my skin that is hot. He reaches back to pluck me off, but I hang tight. “Ci, please,” I beg him. “You’re going to get in trouble. They’ll kick you off the team.” I try to reason with him, since we all know that Hockey is his safe sport. “I own the fucking team,” he grunts and continues kicking.

Do you want to know why I think so? You see, once upon a time there was a girl that hated hockey and everything related to it, especially hockey players. She had a good reason as well. But suddenly Nathaniel Madox waltzed into her life and turned it all upside down. He made her realize that not everyone is out there to hurt her. He helped her see that as much as there were asshole hockey players, there was the same amount of kind and gold-hearted hockey players who were willing to top everything for those they loved and cared about.

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 couldn't afford to falter now. With Timothy's encouragement in my mind, I focused on the breathing technique he had taught me. Inhale deeply for four counts, hold for four counts, and exhale for four counts. It was a simple but effective. "Your Honor," I began, my voice trembling only slightly. "I will present evidence that Timothy's breach of contract was a result of the hockey club's fraudulent practices and mistreatment." I recounted the events that had led to Timothy's departure from the club. The relentless pressure and the blatant disregard for his well-being had pushed him to a breaking point. It was a story of exploitation and abuse, a tale that should never have been tolerated in

He looked happy. It must have gotten to me cause the next thing I knew I was facing Kiera, she had that mischievous smile on her face, I passed the puck to her and she passed it back, I made to pass it to someone when she lifted her hockey stick. I froze, something in my head yelled at me to move but I couldn't. I watched as the hockey stick descended, I shifted and it landed on my neck, missing the helmet and landed directly on me, I heard a pop as the pain overwhelmed me. Everything became black and I felt my body drop to the floor.

“What on earth is going on? Your father and I just saw the latest article. They’re saying you’re involved with one of your patients. A famous hockey player. Is this true?” I closed my eyes for a moment, already feeling exhausted. “Yes, it’s true. His name is Ronan Hale. He’s the goalie for the New York Defenders. I was assigned as his live-in physical therapist after his injury.” My dad’s voice joined in the background, sounding equally concerned. “Live-in? Honey, this doesn’t sound right. You’ve always been so professional. Now there are pictures of you everywhere and people calling you… well, things I won’t repeat.”

“You’re bad at lying.” “I’m not lying,” she says. “I’m being hopeful.” “I don’t want hope,” I say. “I want peace.” She studies me. “Then why are you still shaking?” I look down. My hands are clenched into fists. “I don’t want him to win,” I whisper. Maddie’s voice softens. “You won’t.” “Ryan thinks I’ll disappear,” I continued. “He thinks I’ll stay quiet. He thinks he can rewrite ten years like I never mattered.”

“Maybe he was running late.“ “He looked right at me, LJ.“ She chews slowly, looking at me with the expression she uses when she is deciding how honest to be. “I have not noticed anything strange,“ she says finally. “But also, I was not watching him.“ I nod and look back at my food. My eyes burn because I feel like crying. If this was all a game like Damian said, then I’m fucking ruined. “Are you going to the game tomorrow?“ She asks, changing the topic to take my mind off it. “I don’t watch hockey.“ She stares at me. “Dawn.“ “What?“ “You are dating not only the golden boy from this place but also the captain. Also, Damian plays hockey, so….“