Hockey Romance Kindle Unlimited の小説・ストーリー

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

As soon as my classes were over, I stomped over to the arena and sought out Ace on the ice. I walked on and slowly made my way closer so he could hear me. “Ace Huxley!” I screamed. He spun around and almost fell on his ass when he heard me. “Isla!” His face lit up as he took his helmet off and skated over, but it quickly fell when he saw how pissed off I was. “What happened?” “Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?”

“Do I look like I’m trying to get you into bed?” “Yes,” I deadpanned. “Your face literally says, ‘I want to fucking break you.’” “God, you’re cute. Feisty too.” Travis threw his head back and chuckled. I grabbed the drink from his hand. “I’ll prove to you I’m not a kid.” Bad decision. One drink turned into two. Two into… I stopped counting after four. The world around me grew softer, lighter. My head buzzed, and my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

The dumb ass fucker she kissed in front of the entire crowd after that friendly match two weeks ago, right in front of my whole team. I hadn't forgiven her for it. Hadn't forgiven him either, honestly, though I'd told everyone including myself that I was over it, that it barely registered anymore, that Hailey Simmons wasn't worth a single second of my headspace. Turns out that was a lie too. "Well look who it is." Marcus grinned at our table like he'd won something just by walking through the door, his squad fanning out behind him like backup dancers. "Heard you got a new coach. Some washed up NHL reject, right?"

She was the bravest person I knew, and she did not deserve to die on a dirty hockey rink. I placed my hands on her pale cheeks, feeling the terrifying chill of her skin. The legendary Alpha energy inside my veins was still screaming, pulsing like hot lava beneath my skin. It was a massive, untamed power, and I did not want it if I had to live in a world without her. If her light could save my life in the locker room, then my life force was going to save hers right now. I leaned down, closing the distance between us. I pressed my lips against her cold lips in a desperate, final kiss.

Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances.

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.

The cursor blinks in the search bar. Seventy thousand dollars. That's rent, care fees, everything, with enough left to build back some of what I've spent. I played hockey for seven years. I know the game the way you know something you loved before you chose something else. When I told Kai that medicine cost me something I loved, I wasn't lying. The head coach at Ellington is a woman called Harlow, I looked her up once for no reason I wanted to examine and she runs a serious program that wins.

Strong hands caught my waist before I could hit the floor. “Careful,” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “Do you always crash into strangers, or am I just lucky?” Heat rushed to my face. I quickly stepped back, avoiding his gaze. “S-sorry.” One corner of his mouth lifted into an annoyingly confident smirk. “Cute.” He murmured. Before I could figure out whether he was mocking me, he turned to the crowd. “Okay, Miss Tessy,” Ryder said smoothly. “The game is simple. You get to choose anyone here and kiss them for five minutes.”