Novelas y relatos de Hockey Romance Books Series

One second he was across the rink, the next he was kneeling beside the injured player, checking his leg with careful hands. My camera stayed frozen in my grip. How did he move that quick? Before I could think too much about it, the doors at the far end of the arena opened. A new group of players walked in, wearing Ridgeview colors. The energy in the building shifted instantly. Everyone went a little tense. Leading them was a guy who looked like trouble wrapped in charm. Tall, dark hair, sharp jaw, and a smile that probably got him whatever he wanted. Damien Holt. I’d seen his name online while researching the rivalry. He scanned the ice like he owned it, then his eyes landed on me.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

"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?"

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

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!”

I almost forgot about the whole Beckett situation for a solid hour, which for me was basically a miracle, considering the guy had taken up most of my brain space since roughly midnight last night. Then Marcus Webb walked in with half his team behind him. Riverside. Our rivals, and not the friendly kind either, the kind that talked shit every time we played them, the kind whose captain had spent the last two weeks parading Hailey around like some trophy he'd won off me instead of a girl who cheated because she felt like it. Marcus. The dumb ass fucker she kissed in front of the entire crowd after that friendly match two weeks ago, right in front of my whole team.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

“Your mansion. Tall gates. Sneaky Damien sneaking the guy disaster inside. Romantic.” “Not romantic. Putting you under control.” I kept driving, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Every time he shifted I smelled him, booze and sweat and that stupid sweet cologne he wears that makes my mouth water. I hated him for it. Hated how my cock was throbbing like it had an issue against my brain. Straight guys don’t get hard over their teammate’s drunk giggles. Except apparently I did now. Thanks, Alex. Ruined my whole goddamn life in six months. He kept wiggling, legs spreading, hand now rubbing himself through his jeans like he forgot I was there. “Damien, come on. Feel how hard I am. It’s stupid. Hurts