Hockey Romance Booktok Novels & Stories

The phone buzzed on my kitchen counter like a bomb going off at five in the morning. I grabbed it fast, still half asleep from the night skate with Kade. The headline on the sports blog hit me like a slap shot to the chest. "EXCLUSIVE: Blurred Photos Show Two Toronto Blades Players in Steamy Alley Kiss." The pictures were grainy and dark but you could make out two guys in team hoodies, bodies close, mouths locked. My heart slammed hard. I dialed Kade right away.

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

Fucking The Sexy Hockey Stars(Threesome Rh/Why Choose) "I watched them kiss for the first time from across the locker room," she told me once, smirking into her wine glass. "Two grown men, all muscle and bruises and hockey callouses, kissing like they'd been starving for it. And I thought—yeah. I want to watch that. I want to be the reason they do it. And I want them both on their knees afterward, thanking me for it." She paused, swirling her drink. "And they were." Welcome to Portland. Welcome to the Predators. Welcome to the filthiest why choose you've ever read. Get comfortable. It's about to get very, very filthy.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.” I smile lightly. “It’s your engagement party,” I say. “Please don’t make it about my terrible dating history.” He snorts. “Fair point.” I give him a gentle push toward the dining room. “Go enjoy your night before I embarrass you with childhood stories.” He laughs and walks back into the restaurant. I follow a moment later— And immediately collide with something solid. Or rather… Someone. “Sorry—” My words stop. Stefan Kovacs. Captain of the Aurora Wolves.

She chuckled "Thankyou for loving me even I'm a jerk" "Your welcome and you're still a jerk now" "No I'm not" With that we end the night. 4 years later.. "Here" I'm playing basketball now, I always love basketball. I have been studying bussiness in college and Olivia is studying design in UK. We talk everyday through skype and calls. 4 years ago on december I went there and guess what? I saw Olivia with a western handsome guy, she linked her hand to him. I was so mad..

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

"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?"

My phone buzzed again—this time a call. Aunt Kate. I answered immediately. “Hello, Aunt Kateee!” “How’s my favorite niece doing?” “I’m great. I actually met my second mate.” “What?” she yelled. “When did this happen?” “Like… three days ago.” “That’s amazing! Who is he?” “Um. Hades Deolle. School hockey player. Total playboy,” I sighed. “What did he say when he saw you?” “Nothing. He was at the rink about to play, and I left. I don’t want anything to do with a playboy.” I scoffed. “I’m sure he’s fucking someone right now.”