Hockey Romance Book Novels & Stories

She was the bravest person I knew, and she did not deserve to die on a dirty hockey rink. I placed my hands on her pale cheeks, feeling the terrifying chill of her skin. The legendary Alpha energy inside my veins was still screaming, pulsing like hot lava beneath my skin. It was a massive, untamed power, and I did not want it if I had to live in a world without her. If her light could save my life in the locker room, then my life force was going to save hers right now. I leaned down, closing the distance between us. I pressed my lips against her cold lips in a desperate, final kiss.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

The sight of these four hockey giants—men who had body-checked opponents into the boards and fought through seasons of grueling violence—trying to navigate the delicate art of pocket squares and boutonnières was pure magic. Knox was currently trying to pin a yellow sunflower onto Dmitri’s lapel. Dmitri, the stoic Russian enforcer, was standing perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides as if he were guarding a goal post. "It is a flower, Knox," Dmitri said in his thick, gravelly voice. "It is not a puck. Do not hit it." Jax looked up and saw me. The way his face changed—the way his expression instantly softened, shifting from playful camaraderie to a look of such profound, quiet

I am greeted by the players as I make way through the stench. While fumbling, to get my key in the lock, Alfie questions “Is that what you're wearing tonight to have dinner with my mom.” “You do mean dinner with you and your mom, right?” I ask hesitantly. These boys and their attempts to set me up this summer have got me riled up. Let’s just say Candy wasn’t the last puck bunny that Quickie brought by. I had the unique pleasure to see the disappointment in the eyes of Tiffany, Foxy, Bambi, just to name a few. Even Kingston “King”, my left defenseman from Russia, brought over his 60-something year old aunt in an attempt to ‘save me from the single life’. She was nice enough and damn, her

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

"How can I ever repay you?" ​A dark, unreadable expression crossed Ethan's face. He stepped closer, his shadow completely enveloping me. ​"You'll know soon enough," he murmured. ​Before I could process his words, his sleek black sports car pulled up to the curb. Ethan gave me one last, lingering look, slid into the back seat, and the car sped away into the night. ​I'll know soon enough? What on earth did that mean? ​"Well, girl, that was a beautiful game," Janice said, bursting into a chuckle the second his car vanished. "I absolutely loved the look on Cole's face when he saw you with a literal NHL star. God, if only he was truly your boyfriend."

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that