Hockey Romance Books Novels & Stories

When the food came, it was incredible—avocado toast with poached eggs, fresh fruit, and some kind of pastry that melted in my mouth. "So," Paloma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Tell me about yourself. What's it like dating a famous hockey player? Is it as glamorous as everyone thinks?" I laughed, almost choking on my coffee. "Glamorous? Not exactly. More like chaotic and complicated and occasionally terrifying." "Terrifying?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "The attention," I explained. "The cameras. The fans. Everyone having opinions about your relationship. It's a lot."

My hands pause on my skate for half a second before I keep untying the lace like the question doesn’t mean anything. “Madison?” Ryan says. “Yeah, you know Madison.” Another guy across the room whistles. “Everyone knows Madison.” I keep my head down. “Can’t say I remember.” Ryan laughs. “Bullshit.” Cole grins. “Walker’s little sister is a rocket. Like… dangerous rocket.” “Absolute problem,” someone else adds from the showers. “You look at her too long and Walker might actually kill you.” A defenseman walks by and chimes in, “Saw her at The Den last month. Half the bar stopped talking when she walked in.”

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

He just watches me with that amused expression. “Let’s go out sometime,” he says casually. I stare at him. “You’re joking.” “No.” “You’re the captain of a professional hockey team.” “And?” “And I don’t date hockey players.” His eyebrow lifts slightly. “You dated one.” “That was a mistake.” His expression shifts slightly. Then his voice lowers. “About Luca.” My chest tightens. “Please don’t.” He studies me carefully. “I can talk to the coach,” he says quietly. “We can assign him to another physio.”

Both making me question everything I thought I knew about who I was fighting against — and who I was fighting for. I closed my eyes, letting the silence wrap around me. Tomorrow’s practice loomed. Victor Harlow’s calls were mounting. The team’s bets were getting bolder. Coach’s calculations kept turning. But tonight, in the dark, with messages from an unexpected rival and the man I was falling for sleeping inches away, I wondered how much longer I could keep balancing on this knife’s edge before everything finally broke. How much longer could I keep pretending this was only about hockey, when the truth was already slipping through the cracks — pulling me between two men who both wanted me in

"Try me." Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed that exact spot. It started soft, then he sucked lightly, his tongue brushing my skin. A small moan slipped out of me. It felt way too good. He pulled back after a few seconds, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "There. A nice little mark. Looks good on you." I touched the spot, feeling the warmth. "You're trouble, Asher." "The best kind," he said, voice lower now. His eyes had darkened, staring at my lips like he wanted to devour me. The vibe between us shifted. Our casual hockey conversation got intense really quick. Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in.

I positioned the lens between two thick textbooks on my shelf, angling it perfectly toward the bed. “This is what you wanted,” I told myself, trying to regain my original resolve. “You're a jock. He's a nerd. You're going to the NHL, and he's just a tool to get you there. Don't soft out now.” But every time I looked at the bed, I saw the way he blushed whenever I held him too close, the way he completely melted when I told him I loved him. Just then, Nathan walked in. “Why are you just standing there?”

The bond between us stayed steady even in the middle of the war. The sudden spark of our bond flared up my spine, a wave of sea salt cutting through the cold stadium air. Noah’s eyes met mine through his visor, burning with pure, unyielding devotion. "Nice try, Bennett," I muttered as we skated past each other. "Just getting started, Cross," Noah replied, his voice rough and steady. During a stoppage near the penalty box, Noah skated past the New York bench. His gloved hand dropped, his fingers brushing my hip beneath my heavy padding. The touch was quick, hidden from the refs, but the biological heat between us burned like wildfire.

For those few minutes, I just wanted to enjoy being around the guys. Ronan suddenly reached for the comic I had been holding. “Hey.” “What?” I asked as he took it from my hand. “You haven't even read it.” “I was going to.” “You've been staring at the same page for five minutes.” I frowned at him. “I was thinking.” “About hockey?” “Obviously.” He gave me a look that told me he didn't believe me, but he handed the comic back anyway. I placed it on the table and settled against the pillows again.

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .