Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance Audiobooks

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

The limo is loud as hell—music, laughter, chatter—since the moment we start the ride, but at some point, the noise seems to get even louder for some reason. These hockey guys are fucking loud as hell and their WAGs have to raise their voices even louder to be heard, so it’s the worst noise pollution of my life. I’m not understanding a single conversation, and when I look down, I realize Bram is not engaging on any either. He’s looking up at me, drunk and dazed. And his hand is still drawing circles on my back, by the way. He hasn’t stopped all night, except for when we were dancing. And even then, he touched me as much as he possibly could.

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.

He had been the only one on the team who knew my family dynamics. Hockey was supposed to be my safe space from all of this, but damn Hunter had snuck in and was stealing everything from me. My team, my family and even my dog. I had to find a way to get rid of him. "Man, what's up?" "Where are you?" I could hear the sound of music at the background. "At a little get together around the square." "Send me the address." He let out a bark of laughter. "Stop playing around. This isn't really your scene, man. What's going on?"

“I fought the whole damn world for you. Don’t make me fight for you again. Please.” They shattered together, bodies shaking, clinging like shipwreck survivors in the aftermath. Afterward, JR eased them down onto the couch, stroking slow, soothing circles over Soren’s sweat-damp back, legs tangled intimately. City lights sparkled across the water outside, indifferent to the storm inside. “I love you more than hockey,” JR murmured into his hair, with a thick voice. “More than the Cup, more than anything else in this life. If something’s eating at you, you have to tell me. We don’t do secrets, not anymore.”

He was almost breathless and I understood the reason for that. “Yes. There is always tension and it's nerve wracking.” I told him. “This is why I don't support any football club. I hate the tension that comes with it. I never knew hockey was worse.” “Ask me. My first game was insane. I was high on adrenaline by the time I got home.” Lana said and we laughed lightly.

Hailey's pov I stepped into the changing room, the sound of victory still echoing through the hockey hall. My chest heaved as I let out a shaky breath, imagining the warmth of the water waiting for me. I slipped out of the hockey grounds and headed straight into the female showers. The moment the warm water slid down my body, my tense muscles loosened one by one. It had been a long, brutal game, and I was relieved we came out victorious. I could still hear people chanting Roy’s name—our captain, the golden boy, leading the school to another win. This meant everything for his career.

Arabel has spent years worshipping two people: the boyfriend who made her feel chosen and the mother who made her feel safe. Both shatter in one night. After catching Daniel and her mother together, she flees home and moves into the girls’ hostel at school, determined to disappear into hockey and silence. Damian Kane—her captain, the undefeated god of the ice—has always been off-limits. Controlled. Distant. Dangerous. The night she breaks, he finds her. What follows is brutal, carnal, and seared into her memory. She wakes up hating him for it. Only later does she learn the truth: Damian had been drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac. He was not entirely himself. And once the haze cle