Hockey Romance Booktok Novels & Stories

“Did you see that, Marie? He told me he loved me.” “No. Ouch.” She pulled away and massaged her fingers. “He only winked at you. He does that all the time to his fans.” “No but this one was a very unique one.” I return my gaze to the hockey match, my eyes following every move Ajax makes. “He's so dreamy.” I smiled. “Eww! Stop drooling at my boyfriend.” The water bottle hit my head in a loud chunk and I whipped around to find Missy Cooper laughing with her friends.

For a moment, hope filled my chest, maybe I could score, maybe I could actually do this. Then Ryan appeared in front of me, my heart nearly stopped, he was so close, much taller than I expected. His eyes met mine for a brief second, that was all it took, I hesitated. Just one second, one stupid second. Ryan took advantage immediately, The puck was gone. The crowd cheered loudly. I wanted the ice to open and swallow me. As he skated past me, he gave me a small nod. Which somehow made me feel even worse.

She picked up her book and shut it close the next second. “Damn Emily, way to kill the vibe,” Joseph mouthed. “You are a piece of shit, Joseph. Shut the fuck up and go back to gooning on animated series,” Emily jabbed. As Joseph cleared his throat and pretended to act unbothered, Chris walked into the class, reading the thick awkward tension. Our eyes met but I quickly looked away as he breathed in and pressed his lips together. “Another puppet,” Deej scoffed in a whisper. Chris walked to his seat, pumping his shoulders up and muttered. “I guess the theory is true. The football team and the hockey team are sworn to hate each other and it transcends their relationship.”

"She sent me a video of her watching the final minute. She was screaming at the TV so loud the neighbors called to check on her." "At least she likes hockey," Toby laughed. "My girl, Elena, still thinks a power play is something they do in politics. But man, I miss her. Seven days is a long time to be away." The table started a round of Girlfriend Talk.It was the kind of conversation that happens when a bunch of guys have been stuck in a hotel together for a week. "I’m taking Jess to that new Italian place as soon as we get back," the goalie said. "I promised her a real date if we won the trophy. She’s already picked out her dress."

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

Because somewhere beneath all my frustration with Mason sat another uncomfortable truth, I was reacting. Meanwhile Mason always looked two seconds away from smirking through my breakdown. I hated that. Ethan noticed the shift in my expression and smiled faintly. “See? You’re thinking now.” “I don’t like when you sound smarter than me.” “Oh I absolutely do.” I shook my head softly before finally leaning back in my chair. For the first time all day, my thoughts felt less tangled. Across from me, Ethan lifted his drink slightly toward me. “To surviving emotionally unavailable hockey players.”

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

My girl loves her Choos. “Okay, let me freshen up and then you can take me out and show me the town for a few hours.” “Perfect, it’s a small town so don’t get your hopes up. We don’t live in the big city.” “Oo, I love small towns, we might even get some hot gossip on the hockey players and Blake.” I roll my eyes. Trust Rachel to want to find out more about the hockey players. “I hear they’re always hung big and give the best oral,” she continues and applies a coral lip color to her pouty lips. The woman is stunning.

Coat buttoned high, scarf loose around her neck, glasses reflecting the lights. She looked small against the sea of jerseys and screaming fans, but she was there. Visible. Mine — at least for show. My stick tapped the ice once, twice, as I pushed off for another lap. The cold air burned my lungs in the best way, sharpening everything except the knot in my chest. She kissed me back.