Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance Booktok

This isn’t a dark romance love story built on sweetness. It’s built on denial. On want. On the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for permission even when you want it to. MARA LENNOX’S P.O.V. The Rink Bar, Post -Game I notice him before I let myself notice him. Shit! If that’s even a thing?

I simply hadn't wanted another problem. But tonight was different. Tonight wasn't another training session. Tonight was the International Hockey Championship. The United States National Team was playing Canada for the championship. My eyes moved across the ice, searching for one particular person. Ryan. My heart gave a stupid little jump when I finally found him. He was standing near the other players, his helmet covering most of his face. Then, as if he could feel my eyes on him, he looked up. Our eyes met. My breath caught. For a few seconds, the noise around me disappeared. There was only him. Ryan lifted the corner of his lips. A smile. My cheeks immediately warmed. I quickly looked away

She smirked, and I gasped, pressing a hand against my chest. “That was terrifying. How could you say something so scary? Now, I'm so scared.” I chuckled softly. “You're crazy, Noah.” How could I not be when I'm with you? My phone pinged with a text, and I hesitantly reached for it. The official date for this year's NHL match has been released. Vivianne's phone lit up, and she picked it up, her eyes brightened and brows furrowed as they glued to her phone screen.

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

The sound of her voice sent panic clawing up my throat, and I parted my lips to explain—except Rhett beat me to it. He pivoted toward her with that devastatingly charming smile, and the second Cassie saw his face, her eyes went huge. Her jaw dropped, her whole body trembling. “Y…you… you’re R…Rhett Voss—the hockey player. Rhett.” Her voice cracked, disbelief lacing every syllable. “Well, yeah,” Rhett said casually, stepping forward. He extended his hand with all the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he did to people. “Nice to meet you.”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

I flew out two days later, with a notebook and recorder shoved into my bag, more nervous than I let myself admit to anyone. He was easy to spot on the ice, even before I knew his name. Tall and precise with his movement. He was the kind of player who made everyone around him look slightly slower. After the game, I caught him near the locker room exit, with my recorder already running. "Jax Harlan? Hi, I’m Scarlett Lenay. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?" He barely looked at me. "Do I have a choice?" "Not really. My editor will fire me if I come back empty-handed."

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

With a sweet addition: Anastasia Blomqvist, who was definitely put in my way by some divine intervention. I was meant to go through all of this just for her, I’m sure. In just two full week of doing whatever the fuck we want, I’ve been convinced this is it. I don’t want to call it anything yet—I don’t want to jinx it—but it feels right as fuck. More right than anything in my life, except hockey. So with both hockey AND Anastasia in my life, I already know I will be unstoppable. “Want me to drop you off at Chloe’s? Then pick you up when I’m back?” I offer Annie as we’re leaving the office together.

The press conference room was packed university officials, reporters, NHL scouts in the back row watching Declan carefully. The athletic director gave us one final warning look before we took our seats at the front table. Declan reached over and laced our fingers together on the table. To the audience, it looked loving. Only I could feel how tightly he was gripping me. It was a silent reminder. The questions started easy. “How does it feel to turn rivalry into romance?” We gave the scripted answer. “The Vegas fight made us realize the passion was real. We eloped in the heat of the moment. We’re happier than ever.”