Hockey Romance Books Spicy の小説・ストーリー

The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months. She was pretty and fun and always smiled at me in class. “Hey, are you free tonight? Let’s grab dinner.” She answered right away. “Yes! I’ve been waiting for you to ask :)” The date started normal. We went to a nice place near campus. Sarah looked good in her dress, laughing at my stories about practice. “You’re so focused on hockey,” she said, touching my arm. “But I’m glad you made time for me.” I smiled back. “Yeah, it’s been busy. But this is nice.”

Inside, the VIP area, it was louder, more chaotic and there were luxury drinks everywhere. There was a group of men looking so fly, amongst them was a man who wore an expensive fur-robe. He had male-strippers around him. "Rally! Didn't think you'd be here tonight" Elliot called, smirking. "Are you kidding me? This is my home." Rally laughed loudly. He stood up and pulled Elliot into a brotherly hug. Then his eyes shifted, they landed on Nervous Jade. "Jade Riccio" "One of my favourite hockey player. You'll forever remain goated, my guy" Rally said with a grin and pulling Jade into a brotherly hug.

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."

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

Right in front of the world I had built to drag her back to me. A dark, suffocating rage clawed its way up my throat. For months, Danica had been mine. Behind closed doors, in the quiet, shadowed corners of the hockey house, she was the hidden flame I returned to night after night. I hadn't needed to woo her. I hadn't needed to play the romantic games that lesser men played; I was the captain, the dominant force on this campus, and I took what I wanted with a cold, possessive certainty. I thought the raw, unyielding heat between us was an anchor she could never break away from.

It was beautiful to watch her in her element, to see the smile on her face when she got the perfect shot. "So, Liam." She asked when they turned into a quiet street. "Hm?" "What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened during a hockey game?" Liam laughed. "Oh... that's a long list." "I've got time." He thought for a moment. "There was one game where our rivals proposed to his girlfriend right in the middle of a game. And she rejected his proposal!" Aria burst into laughter. "No!" Raphael snorted. "And his team still lost the game."

​He closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting mine in an intense, consuming kiss that held all the fear, triumph, and passion of our journey. ​His mouth was firm and demanding, his large hands holding my waist to lock my hips against his broad frame as the transport vehicle accelerated through the Vancouver city streets. The physical contact was total, the surface friction of our skin generating a constant, grounding heat in the quiet cabin, leaving no doubt that we were completely, beautifully unbreakable.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“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.