Hockey Player Booktok Novels & Stories

"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

"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?"

"Well, in that case, go ahead, sunshine. If you want to tell me something dirty as hell, now's your chance." A slight flush touches her cheeks. "No." The photographer starts clicking away. "So, Jax, what do you do in your spare time?" "I play hockey." He laughs, thinking I'm joking. "No, I mean outside of hockey. People on socials love getting to know the players." I don't want anybody to get to know me. "When I'm not playing hockey, I think about hockey." The interviewer moves on. The photographer circles. "Okay, fabulous. Very nice brooding hockey player thing. But how about less 'scary goalie' vibes and more 'relaxed, smiley, enjoying life' vibes?"

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

Like scoring was the most normal thing in the world. “What the hell?” I muttered. Leah barked out a laugh. “He's so good, it's unreal” I folded my arms quickly, forcing my face to stay calm. “Erm… he’s okay,” I muttered, even though my chest was still buzzing from the goal. “You’re literally standing.” I immediately sat down. Leah snorted. The game continued. Then Knox scored again. And again. And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck.

"You're literally only two years older. Chill with the old man act." He chuckled and reached over to ruffle my hair like I was still a little kid. "I've got practice," he said, grabbing his hockey bag. "Text me if you need anything, alright?" "Aight, Captain," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. Kai Mercer, captain of the Briar Ridge Eagles. Golden boy on campus. Stupidly hot on the ice. And unfortunately, my stepbrother. The same guy I kept having filthy dreams about. I really needed to get my shit together.

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.

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

Just then, my phone pinged, alerting me that I had a message. I brought it out to check only to see that it was from an unsaved number. I got curious and opened it. "Yo princess, I have a hockey match tomorrow, and as my new babe, you are to wear my jacket and come to cheer for me. Me, and not your stupid ex-boyfriend." I read out and grinned, knowing immediately who this message was from. I found myself saving his contact with troublemaker, wondering how he got a hold of my number, but then shrugged.

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.