Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

As if that’s not bad enough, now they are kissing at hockey games, like some madly-in-love couple. I hate it. I hate it so much. I do not wish to let them get away with it so easily. There’s got to be something I can do. That is when I see him, tearing across the rink. All six foot five, hunk of male sexiness. Even in gear and paddings, it’s easy to make out the form of Aiden Cross, hot on the enemy’s tail. He’s feral in his pursuit and my breath hitches as he steals the puck from the enemy’s stick. He switches direction with the swift grace that only a pro can pull off and the crowd is going crazy as he passes the puck to another player. The Omega team pass the puck to one another, gliding

Hunter Sweat dripped into my eyes despite the fact that I was standing on ice. A smile curved my mouth as the scoreboard flashed red. Another score for us. I almost pitied our opponents for tonight. They didn't stand a chance. We were literally scrubbing the ice with them, but for the first time since I had fallen in love with hockey, my excitement wasn't just from winning. A part of me had been afraid that our synchrony during our team practices would be nowhere to be found during a real game, but tonight, Travis and i had truly moved as one from the first whistle blow. It was... Beautiful to say the least. And exhilarating.

Across the rink, Roderigo skated lazy circles during warm-ups, twirling his stick like this entire thing amused him. When our eyes met, he smirked. Kyrian stood near the boards with the rest of the cast, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Hori, meanwhile, screamed my name loud enough to wake the dead. I grinned despite myself. The referee called us to center ice. Arena lights gleamed off the fresh rink as the commentators’ voices boomed overhead. “Welcome to what might be the strangest hockey matchup Crestfield has ever hosted,” one announcer said. “Connie Reid — campus matchmaker and reality show favorite — versus Riverton transfer and elite forward Roderigo.”

As his biological heart swelled with a massive wave of emotion, his intellect instantly integrated two distinct realizations: happily-ever-after parameters did actively exist for his independent life path, and the primary plotline for his upcoming hot hockey romance manuscript was going to operate as a deeply personal, autobiographical file. "Deliver full verbal confirmation," the alpha rasped from the ice. Val dropped his own knees directly onto the frozen surface, and Finn immediately wrapped his powerful arms around his chassis to pull his frame tight against his chest. "My system demands a singular condition," Val murmured against his ear. "Oh, your soft s

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

The rain came down hard over the city that night, silver streaks against glass towers and neon lights that burned through the storm. Two couples hurried from the taxi into the alley where the club hid, the place whispered about in certain circles, a place where people went when love had turned predictable and desire had dulled. Oliver and Marco, together for years, had become a story of routine, dinners, quiet kisses, soft touches that never quite reached fire. Julian and Theo, younger but no less restless, had discovered that passion, once bright and wild, had dimmed into mechanics and sighs. All four of them wanted something more, something to stir blood and breath, and The Velvet Room pro

“You don’t have to be great at it. You just… let people in, little by little. On your terms.” Something in his voice made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to laugh it off. “Careful, Michaels. You’re starting to sound like one of those broody romance novel heroes.” His lips twitched. “Do those guys play hockey?” “Not usually,” I said, grateful for the lighter turn. “They’re usually running through fields in the rain, confessing their undying love.” “I could do that,” he deadpanned. “But I’d probably slip on the ice and take you down with me.”

My stomach dropped. Hockey statistics? I hadn’t looked at a hockey stat sheet in five years. December. Rookie season. Penalty minutes. I stared at him blankly. How the hell was I supposed to know that? Zane hadn’t even made it to the NHL when we were together. I’d watched him play college hockey, but once we broke up, his career had taken off without me. “Forty-two?” I guessed. The assistant shook his head. My heart sank. “No. Sorry. You have one more—”

I chuckled inwardly when I remembered how irritated and disgusted her facial expression was when I told her I'd fucked Amara or Angela whatever her name was—on the kitchen counter. Granted, I wasn't exactly one to talk. I was no fucking monk, and neither were Xavi or Merrick. What can I say? Hockey players are notoriously horny motherfuckers. When we’re not sweating our asses off on the ice, the four of us can usually be found hooking up with a puck bunny or two. Or three, if your name happens to be Merrick and it’s New Year’s Eve of last year. "I’ve been texting your phone for the past fucking hour, man," Xavi informed me, grunting as his massive shoulders hunched forward. He reached down t

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.