Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance

“What does someone who reads romance look like?” I shrugged and watched his face. “Pretty.” He stared at me for a second before laughing, but it was not like the other ones that had escaped his lips. This one was nervous. “So tell me, Adam Payne, what do you do when you're off the ice?” I used to have hobbies. I used to travel a lot. I enjoyed driving, going out with friends, and even playing tennis. I was quite good, actually.” “You're still allowed to have hobbies, you know,” he said calmly.

He pulled me closer, kissing me slow and deep, pouring everything he couldn't say into it. Ryan watched for a moment, then joined—lips on my neck, hand stroking my hair. "We love you," he whispered. "More than anything." "I love you both," I said, voice thick. "So much it scares me sometimes." Roy smiled against my lips. "Good kind of scared." We stayed like that for a long time—talking softly, sharing pieces of our hearts we'd held back before. Fears about the future, dreams for after hockey, promises to face whatever came next side by side.

"It's called a mate bond." "Mates." The word tasted strange in my mouth. "Like animals." "Like wolves," he corrected. "I'm a werewolf, Aria. So are most of the guys on my hockey team." I should have laughed and called him crazy. Instead, I just nodded. After everything that had happened, it made sense in a twisted way. "And you think I'm your... mate?" I said, trying to hide how ridiculous that must have sounded. "I don't think so. I know it. The moment I saw you in that library, everything changed. My wolf recognized you instantly."

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

Jaxon stepped in even closer, eliminating every inch of space between us. His large hands moved up from my shoulders to cup both sides of my face, his calloused thumbs brushing across my burning cheeks. "Hockey is my sport, Clara," Jaxon whispered, his voice thick with a raw, undeniable emotion that took my breath away. "It’s a game I love, but it’s just a game. You are my life. I’ve watched you from across the arena for three years wishing I was the one holding your hand. I am not letting you face this alone. I am choosing you. I am choosing this baby. And I will fight anyone who tries to take you from me."

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

I nodded, then she leaned closer. “If you wanna have a good stay here, you should avoid every member of the hockey team?” Xyla advised. Well that immediately caught my attention, “Why is that?” “Because they are trouble, every last one of them, trust me on this. You are better off not knowing about the hockey team” she said and Adele agreed. I smiled at them, how do I tell them that the hockey team is part of the reason why I am here. “Noted” I said instead.

I was supposed to hate him. Falling for him was never part of the plan. Jamie Bronte has everything people dream of—talent, money, fame, and a future waiting for him in the hockey world. What he doesn’t have is freedom. Trapped beneath the expectations of a powerful father who controls every part of his life, Jamie has perfected the art of pretending everything is fine. Until Asher Blackstone arrives. Asher is everything Jamie shouldn’t want. Arrogant. Competitive. Infuriatingly irresistible. And his newest rival on the ice. Everyone knows Asher carries a dangerous secret. Six months ago, his former best friend disappeared under suspicious circumstances, leaving behind a sc

"I said it's nothing that concerns you!" ​I flinched back, stunned by his tone. He instantly realized how harsh he had sounded and reached out to grab my hand, but I pulled away, refusing to let him touch me, and turned around. ​"Babe—" he called out as I hurried up the staircase, tears blurring my vision. ​Why did I have to fall in love with a mafia hockey star?

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”