Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

It was beautiful to watch her in her element, to see the smile on her face when she got the perfect shot. "So, Liam." She asked when they turned into a quiet street. "Hm?" "What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened during a hockey game?" Liam laughed. "Oh... that's a long list." "I've got time." He thought for a moment. "There was one game where our rivals proposed to his girlfriend right in the middle of a game. And she rejected his proposal!" Aria burst into laughter. "No!" Raphael snorted. "And his team still lost the game."

By‍ Monday morning, Camero‌n Hayes w⁠as trending for reasons that ha‍d nothing to do with hockey. ‘#Came‌naScandal’ sa⁠t at the t‍op of every sport⁠s blog'⁠s fe‍ed, the parking lot kiss dissected f⁠ra⁠me‌ by fr⁠ame, paired now with older photos someone had d‌ug up, the rink, the team dinner,‍ months of moments ne⁠ither of them had rea‍lized were being documented. A ta‍bloid ran the‌ headline ‘HOCK‌EY'‌S⁠ GOLDEN BOY'S FORBIDDEN STEPSISTER RO⁠MANCE⁠’, and it spread faster than anything Lena had eve‌r se‌en move⁠ online.

Maya in driver seat and I sit beside her and the other two are at the back. “So, what’s the plan?” Lena asks from the back. “Kissing booth? Sounds steamy.” Maya smirks, glancing at me in the rearview. “Oh, it will be. The hockey team’s running it for charity.” “Knox will probably be there, charming everyone.” Lena added. I feel my cheeks heat. Knox? No way! That’s not possible right? Jess leans forward. “Ooh, who’s Knox? Spill.” “He’s just a guy on the team,” Lena says quickly. “He’s so hot and handsome.”

She’s mine, and I’m going to hold on to her like my life depends on it. By evening, I’m on the rink, gearing up for the big showdown against the Full Moon Pack. The air is electric, the crowd roaring. My teammates are hyped, but my head’s a fucking mess. “You good, man?” Theo asks, stretching his arms. “Yeah, you’ve been MIA all day,” Damon adds. “Yeah,” I say, smirking. “I was with my girlfriend. Priorities, you know?” Theo waves his hockey stick at me, laughing. “You’re seriously whipped, dude.”

The sight of these four hockey giants—men who had body-checked opponents into the boards and fought through seasons of grueling violence—trying to navigate the delicate art of pocket squares and boutonnières was pure magic. Knox was currently trying to pin a yellow sunflower onto Dmitri’s lapel. Dmitri, the stoic Russian enforcer, was standing perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides as if he were guarding a goal post. "It is a flower, Knox," Dmitri said in his thick, gravelly voice. "It is not a puck. Do not hit it." Jax looked up and saw me. The way his face changed—the way his expression instantly softened, shifting from playful camaraderie to a look of such profound, quiet

The blonde reporter looked at Maya. "Is that true?" Maya nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm impressed he pays that much attention to anything other than hockey." A few reporters laughed softly. Hunter chuckled beside her. "Hockey may be my first love," he said, turning to look at Maya, "but you're the love of my life." Maya's heartbeat stuttered. She almost looked at him. Almost. It was fake. Every word of it was fake. Yet the way he said it—without hesitation, without sounding rehearsed—made it dangerously believable.

Ben knew the hockey team's regulations in Hillary Campus were crystal clear. Players were forbidden from engaging in romantic relationships with teammates. Any violation could result in disciplinary action, or even removal from the team. Ben slipped his hands into his pockets, already imagining the chaos such a revelation would create. "You turned down my feelings Noa." His smirk deepened. "So you'd better not be falling for Leon." He glanced once more toward the hallway where Noa had disappeared. "Because if you are, you'll be out of this hockey team before you even realize what's happening."

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

"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?"

and she just wink at him while he shits in his pants. “What happened to you?” she asks him, seeing him like a mute. “Did I tell you how much I love you?” Max asks her. “You did, but not today” she said and put her head on his shoulder. “I love you so much, I can't wait to see that hockey game”! Max tells her even if he hates hockey. Who has ever seen a wolf on ice? Let’s be serious! “You do?” Meredith asks him, smiling. “You see hubby! Effective communication solves any problem!" and she takes Theo little hands kissing it and she say in a quiet voice: “Go Canucks!”