Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance Booktok

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

Notifications. Too many, I picked it up slowly. My eyes weren’t even fully open yet but I could already see the headlines on the screen. I blinked once.Then again. And then I sat up fast. “RYAN CARTER SECRETLY MARRIES UNKNOWN HOCKEY PLAYER” Another one. “WORLD CHAMPION SHOCKS FANS WITH SECRET WEDDING” Another. “WHO IS THE GIRL NEXT TO RYAN CARTER” My heart started beating fast like it wanted to leave my chest, in scrolled without thinking.

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

“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.

Jade stole the puck cleanly from him. "Who says we're a couple?" Elliot almost stopped skating. "...what?" Jade shrugged, trying and failing to hide the grin forming on his lips. Elliot caught up in two strides and body-checked Jim lightly, knocking him off the puck. "You kissed me" Jade folded his arms around his stick. "Well, you kissed me first" Elliot scoffed, looking around. "Nobody actually asked anybody out, Elliot" Jade said, a little bit serious. Elliot stared at him for a second.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

“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.

By the time I was ten minutes from home, the screen was flooded. At a red light, I finally glanced down. The first headline stared back at me. ALLIE AND CHASE’S SECRET COFFEE DATE: HOCKEY’S NEWEST ROMANCE? Below it was a clear photo of us outside the café—Chase close beside me, his hand near my back as we walked away from the cameras. The story was already everywhere. And I hadn’t even made it home yet.