Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

It was strange, and a little uncomfortable, like wearing someone else's jacket. I didn't hate it. --- The postgame appearance was held in a cramped room at the back of the arena. Sloane was already there, perched on a stool by the wall. She looked terrible. Her eyes had shadows underneath, and her hair was coming loose from its clip. She'd been standing in this arena for hours, smiling at strangers on command. "You're late," she said. "I was playing a hockey game." "I noticed. I was in the stands. A man next to me asked if you were always this angry. I said yes."

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!”

Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

I raise an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk as I reply, "Yes, I wanted to ask you if you were interested–" I stand there, arms crossed, watching as the hockey player who once gave me that broken stick saunters over. His helmet is off now, revealing a pretty remarkable face – brown eyes, brown hair, dazzling smile, tall and broad-shouldered. Handsome. He extends his hand, "Adam Henderson.” I don't bother shaking it. Instead, I cut straight to the chase. "Anyways, I wanted to ask if you’d mind running a friendly scrimmage with WB tomorrow?" I say, barely concealing my hatred for them.

​An hour later, he was waiting for me just outside the dining hall. ​"You sure took your time," he said as he walked over. ​"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. ​He took my hands in his, and I felt that strange warmth return. He led me toward the athlete's wing of the cafeteria, a territory I usually avoided like the plague. Ryan didn't stop until we reached the long table where the rest of the hockey team sat. ​The chatter died instantly. ​"Whoa, Cap," one of the guys, a massive defenseman named Miller, whistled low. "Since when do you do relationships? I thought you were 'married to the game.'"

Sebastian closed his mouth. Dr. Chen pulled out a notebook. "The league is concerned that your marriage is a sham. I'm supposed to evaluate whether you have a genuine romantic partnership or whether you're just exploiting a loophole." She clicked her pen. "So tell me. Why did you get married?" Damian and Sebastian spoke at the same time. "Because I love him." "Because we wanted to play hockey together." They looked at each other. Dr. Chen wrote something in her notebook. "That's a contradiction," Dr. Chen said. "Damian says love. Sebastian says hockey. Which is it?"

When I finally finished, she leaned back in her chair with a dreamy expression that made me regret telling her quite so much. "That is literally the most romantic thing I've ever heard." "It wasn't that romantic," I protested. "It was." "No." "He taught you to skate." I sighed. "...Yes." "You kissed under the arena lights." "...Yes." "And now you're telling me it wasn't romantic?" I covered my face with both hands, laughing as I realised how ridiculous my argument sounded when she put it that way. "When you say it like that..." Lilly reached across the table and squeezed my hand, her teasing expression softening into a genuine smile. "I'm so happy for you, Evelyn."