Hockey Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

The sound vibrated through his chest. “Fuck, your hand feels perfect,” he said. He thrust gently into my grip. “Keep going just like that.” We stayed like that for a while. Kissing between breaths. Touching each other with growing need. The argument from earlier about hockey and the future felt far away now. In this moment it was just the two of us under the warm spray. Bodies close. Hands exploring. Mouths meeting again and again. After some time Damien pulled his fingers out carefully. He turned me around so my front pressed against the cool tile wall. The contrast between the cold wall and the hot water made me shiver. He kissed the back of my neck and shoulders while his hands gripped my

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.

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.

He needed hockey. Coach looked between them, "Figure it out." Then he blew the whistle and skated away. The team slowly dispersed. Nobody seemed eager to say anything, except Reid, of course. He skated between them. "Looks like you two are dating now." Chase looked horrified, "I'd rather quit hockey." "Of course you can afford to do that." Noah scoffed, "I'd rather get hit by a bus." Reid grinned, "Cute." He pointed at them, "See you lovebirds tomorrow." Then he skated away laughing.

“I loved him for a year, and I could tell you he has a type.” My heart thudded against my ribs. ”So just…” She sighed like she genuinely cared. “Protect yourself. Because the moment his hockey is back on track, he won’t need this anymore.” Her face was buried in her glass. “Or you.” That’s it. I had taken enough shit today. From Diana, from Zane and I’d choke down on another glass of Champagne before I took another shit from Jade Whitmore. I straightened my spine, meeting her eyes dead on.

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

Williams just took it. "You need to end the hockey game!" Mariam screamed, her voice cracking with pure rage. She stepped into his space, her chest heaving, pointing a manicured finger at his chest. "Stop playing hockey! It is affecting our marriage! You care more about that stupid puck and the Blackwood Alphas than your own pack. Than me!" Well, that was the excuse she gave for today's violence. Every day had its own reason. Yesterday, it was because he returned from the pack borders too late. The day before, it was because he hadn't tasted the dinner she ordered the cooks to make.

Riley observes, not looking up from her book but clearly following the conversation. Americus ignores our less than enthusiastic responses, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischievous energy that usually precedes her best stories. "You know what it's really like inside a proper hockey locker room? The energy, the constant chirping, the inside jokes that build up over entire seasons? The weird rituals and superstitions that don't make sense to outsiders but are sacred law to the players?" She pauses for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying having a captive audience.