Novel & Cerita Hockey Player Booktok Drama

It was the stubborn drive of a hockey captain who refused to lose a game, even when the scoreboard said it was impossible. Holden lunged to his side, sliding across the wet ice. His ordinary human hand reached out and grabbed a heavy wooden hockey stick that had been left near the team bench. He gripped the taped handle with both hands, using his momentum to swing the heavy wooden stick upward with everything he had. The heavy wood connected right with the rogue's jaw with a loud, hollow crack. The rogue let out a sharp yelp, his head snapping back as he stumbled backward across the slippery surface. He crashed into the plastic boards, clutching his bleeding face in total shock. He had expec

“Landon!” He pulled me into a quick hug. “Missed you this summer, Tessy. My family’s lake house wasn’t the same without you.” “I know, I’m sorry. Work was brutal.” We were still chatting when a deep voice cut through the room. “Do you mind? You’re blocking the door.” Ryder King — arrogant hockey player extraordinaire — stood there looking annoyed. We quickly moved aside. He strolled past like he owned the building. “What’s he doing in this class?” I whispered.

And if I thought about Enzo too much, I was certain that I would go insane from missing him. Finally, the day of the dean’s hockey game arrived. I really didn’t want to go as even setting foot into the arena reminded me relentlessly of Enzo, but it was my duty to go as the team doctor. And, admittedly, I was intrigued. I was intrigued because there were rumors that morning of two new transfer students, named Sadie and Eli, who were coming to the hockey game. For some reason, I almost couldn’t help but secretly hope that these two new students were somehow linked to Enzo, but I knew that was silly. They were just regular transfer students, after all. I was probably only having these strange t

“Eh, it’s just part of the game. We get amped up on adrenaline and go wild. Blowing off steam, you know? Don’t take it too seriously…and, ah, it doesn’t happen all the time. So you can still come to games without seeing fights.” I can’t help but squirm. “But…uhm…” He waits patiently as I try to speak. “…Why fight so hard? To bleed. To win a game?” Alex hums then, tilting his head in thought. Then he smiles and leans toward me. “I guess you could say hockey is my drama club.” …Somehow, I immediately get it. It just sort of clicks to me. Drama is my everything, and I would face the idea of bullies and getting beat up if it meant I could be somewhere near a stage. For him, it was that he’d face

“I have a confession. I know you, we attend the same school and I’ve seen you occasionally. I also know this is what you do” I stared at him and wondered why I didn’t know him if he knew me “ I’m a hockey player in the school, you rarely come for our games so it seems that’s why you don’t know me” he continued “I also have a proposition for you. I’ve wanted to do it in the boy’s bathroom but I’ve been to much of a bitch to even give it a go” Was this guy kidding me? Hell no. I would just get my money abd fuck outta here. I ignored him and grabbed my bag to leave.

“He… he didn’t want to send me to the asylum, but… but I—” He cut her off. “Because you’re a sick fuck. I still remember the headline. Though, I’ll say, that headline wasn’t even fully true, because they forgot to mention that the psychopath Emma Johnson—who tried to kill the upcoming pro hockey player’s girlfriend, Rhea Tate—wasn’t just some fling of Rhett’s. She was also his submissive. They were in a BDSM relationship. Disgusting.”

She picked up her book and shut it close the next second. “Damn Emily, way to kill the vibe,” Joseph mouthed. “You are a piece of shit, Joseph. Shut the fuck up and go back to gooning on animated series,” Emily jabbed. As Joseph cleared his throat and pretended to act unbothered, Chris walked into the class, reading the thick awkward tension. Our eyes met but I quickly looked away as he breathed in and pressed his lips together. “Another puppet,” Deej scoffed in a whisper. Chris walked to his seat, pumping his shoulders up and muttered. “I guess the theory is true. The football team and the hockey team are sworn to hate each other and it transcends their relationship.”

“You don’t have to be great at it. You just… let people in, little by little. On your terms.” Something in his voice made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to laugh it off. “Careful, Michaels. You’re starting to sound like one of those broody romance novel heroes.” His lips twitched. “Do those guys play hockey?” “Not usually,” I said, grateful for the lighter turn. “They’re usually running through fields in the rain, confessing their undying love.” “I could do that,” he deadpanned. “But I’d probably slip on the ice and take you down with me.”

Dark hair messy beneath his helmet like a cologne commercial designed to ruin women financially and emotionally. Still an asshole though. “You’re watching this again?” she asked. Ethan finally glanced at her. “This was his hat trick game.” “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me.” “It means he scored three goals in one game.” “Congratulations to him and his violent ice soccer.” Ethan gasped in mock offense. “Did you just call hockey ice soccer?” “Yes.” “That’s offensive.” She bit into her toast. “You know what’s offensive? The fact that this man has rejected me four times this month.”

Just hockey scholarships that barely covered basics and the crushing weight of debts that had defined his life. Adrian knew that and that was the entire point. The man had walked into Eli's room because he knew Noah couldn't stop him and he couldn't protect his brother. He had spent his entire life losing to money. It was the reason he played hockey, the reason he had stolen, the reason he had come to work for Adrian, the reason he couldn't protect Eli, and the reason Adrian had been able to walk into that hospital room and smile. His hands slowly curled into fists.