Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

"He shouldn't have put his mouth on yours. Listen carefully, I hate Brian. I hate this hockey team. And I especially dislike Jayden." My eyebrows lift. "Why?" "Because I don't trust hockey players." "Seems like you've made up your mind about them." "Your boyfriend is a hockey player." "Ex-boyfriend." "Exactly." I can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately. "Look," she says more softly. "Maybe he's a decent guy. He just shouldn't hurt you. And... I gotta go. I love you so much. Text me okay?" I nod. "I love you."

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

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.

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

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