Hockey Player Booktok の小説・ストーリー

Liam challenged, refusing to take a single step back even as Jaxson’s heavy chest pressed against his shoulder. "It's a promise," Jaxson whispered, his eyes dropping to Liam’s parted lips for a fraction of a second before hardening. He turned to his team. "Boys! Let's show the coach what happens when a tourist gets in our way. Line drill. Full speed. Don't avoid the obstacle." The "obstacle" was Liam. Before Coach Miller could even yell to stop them, five massive hockey players lined up at the opposite end of the rink. Jaxson blew his whistle, and the first player—a 220-pound defenseman—charged straight down the ice, accelerating directly toward Liam like a runaway semi-truck.

he asked, his fingers clenched tightly against his hockey stick. “They are powerful. I don’t even have a wolf yet.” He nodded and walked past me without another word. I turned to face him. How could he walk off just like that? I sat on one of the benches and watched as the game started. Timothee was so good. I didn’t know demons could play hockey. Soon the game ended. The coach called the team together on the ice and began to speak to them. The students began to leave and I followed. I got back to my dorm and changed into a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. I slid into my bed and picked up a romance novel. In the comfort of my bed, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my chest.

The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand. “Name’s Hawk.” “Toby. Nice to meet you, man.” Hawk gives my hand a firm squeeze. “Likewise. And, uh…” He glances at the towel around my waist. “Nice abs you got there. Must work out a lot.” “Yeah, I play college football. Running back.” “That explains it.” He pauses, a glint in his eye. “Too bad you’re playing for the wrong team. I’d love to have a piece of that ass.”

I shot back. “Or consequences for acting like a drugged Kangaroo on camera?” His eyes narrowed. “Says the twenty one year old who dumped her drink down my back and called me a talentless pretty boy riding Daddy’s draft pick.” “Real mature.”He scoffed “You deserved worse,” I hissed. “You’ve been undermining me since my debut.” “Every interview, every presser, ‘She’s flashy but soft,’ ‘Women’s hockey isn’t ready for prime time.’ Now you need me to save your precious captaincy? Irony is delicious.”

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

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

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

“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.

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”

Okay, maybe mocking the giant hockey player isn’t the smartest survival instinct, but he started it. He exhales sharply before dropping onto the bed opposite mine. The mattress creaks beneath his weight as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. For the first time since he walked in, I properly look at him. I've heard about hockey players being ridiculously hot and all. Back home, the guys aren't bad but if there's one thing I've come to realize? It's that they are certainly a group of obnoxious bunch who think the world revolves around them. You're an athlete? Who cares? We're all athletes. Just do your thing and get it over with. But no. They want everybody they come across to know