Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

It felt like he was trying to anchor me to him, as if the slightest loosening of his grip would cause me to evaporate into the quiet space of this townhouse. This was supposed to be our sanctuary. I had finally fled 114 Oak Street”the Harrison hockey house”escaping Caleb”s suffocating, toxic control. We were never supposed to be together; he was the star center for the Wolves, and I belonged to Harrison, his fiercest rivals. Our relationship was a dangerous, unspoken line crossed in the dirt of this college hockey war. "What about the scholarship?" I whispered, my hand tracing the line of his collarbone. "Is there a problem with the funding? Or the terms?"

Ryan didn’t answer immediately. The father looked at me now too.“And she is a hockey player?” he asked. I didn’t speak. He shook his head slightly. “You just married a stranger?” Ryan finally spoke It is my decision.” The father’s voice rose a little. “You know who you are, Ryan. You know what you are. And you know marrying anyone like this is not something small.” I stayed quiet, but my mind was already spinning. Yes. It was dangerous., “Use what you have, know his weakness”

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

“It’s… Ryder Hayes.” Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “The hockey player?” “That’s him.” I traced the edge of the table with my finger. “He keeps asking me to help him. Says he needs me.” “What kind of help?” “Tutoring. Kind of.” I hesitated, then added, “And… he wants me to be his fake girlfriend.” Mom’s knife paused mid-chop. “Fake girlfriend?” “Yeah. It’s stupid. But he says if I agree, it’ll help both of us. I’d get the scholarship I want, he’d fix his reputation.”

She grins and he nods, going back to Elion. My chest hurts seeing them together again but at least, Cerise can't tell what's going on. He defended me at least, a warm bliss cascades over me, soothing the chest burns I'm having. Our eyes lock from time to time, even while playing with our partners. When I turn and he's gone, I lose interest to continue here. Only then do I remember I have hockey practice with my buddies on campus. Thursdays hockey rehearsals which are very compulsory. Three hours to go.

Without my heart, how can I continue loving her? I stand up and open the door, then lead her out of my room. We go down, and Camila joins some girls on the dance floor. I guess she's serious about moving on. I love it. I'll watch her from here. Noah appears beside me. "What is your real relationship with that girl? Who the fuck is she? She was the one you brought to practice, right?" He asks. I snatch his bottle from him and take a large gulp from it.

Why not just do it now? I sighed loudly and started. “Well, it's not as crazy as yours. Some of us didn't join gangs.” I said sarcastically. “You wound me.” “Yeah. Err, I used to have this boyfriend earlier in college. He was….is a hockey player too. I really liked him then. Though he felt the same way about me. It turned out that he was with me basically because of a bet. Cliche right?” I laughed at my own joke. But nothing seemed funny to Liam because his face was witching up from what I could see here.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

“I’ll be fucking honored, Hayes.” The ring slid onto my finger and then he cupped my wet face in both hands before leaning in to kiss me. Deeply and wholly and stupidly perfect in front of five thousand screaming fans. If anyone had ever told me Dorian, the guy who hated me would be mine forever, I would never have believed it. Dorian pucked me hard, figuratively and literally and showed me love beyond my imagination. Enough with the hockey puns. I love my Redhead. Thank you for reading and enjoying my love story.