Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Just the soft hiss of snow against the window and the steady, hollow beat of my own heart. At the rink he was already on the ice when I arrived, but he never looked over. He ran his usual edge work at the far end, precise and remote, as if the girl he had claimed against the glass and then begged to own him no longer existed in the same building. During drills he corrected other players. He called for more speed, tighter gaps, better sticks. My name never left his mouth. When our paths crossed he adjusted his line by the smallest fraction so that the space between us remained exact and unbroken. I hated him for it.

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”

The room quieted because that's what rooms did when someone held a microphone – they listened, even when they shouldn't. "Yo, I just wanna give a shoutout to our boys on the hockey team. Best season in years. Captain Caleb holding it down–" Cheers. Whooping. Caleb raising his beer with a modest smile. "–and the new guy, Maddox, who's been scoring on AND off the ice apparently." Laughter. My stomach tightened. "But real talk–" Derek grinned. Scanned the room. Found me. "Is the hockey transfer actually dating the captain's leftovers? Because bro, that's not a flex. That's a hand-me-down."

Ford punches me in the arm. “Look at you, Bro like a love sick teenager with stars and hearts in his eyes.” I flick him the finger. “Fuck you, asshole. You’re just jealous you haven’t found the one yet.” “And Roxy, you’re sure she is the one?” he asks as he lets his towel drop to the floor and is fully naked. We’re used to it. You have to be in hockey. Nobody gives a rat’s ass. “I’m sure. We love each other. Thing is she hasn’t decided to take the assignment in Tibet or to stay here with me. I’m kind of worried about her staying with the rogue infiltration and the new developments. There could be a war between us.”

“I’m even better than you.” “Ah really?” I grinned as I pulled her up with force – but this playful tease turned into a heart stopping situation! A romcom cliché! “H-Heiji!!!” She squealed in surprise when our bodies collied. In a split of seconds, we found ourselves wrapped on each other’s arms…

"Oh honey, you should see the drama playing out in our waiting room. Every single day, like clockwork, two very handsome young men show up to see you. And let me tell you, there's been some tension." My heart started beating faster, and the monitor beside me began beeping more rapidly. "Two men?" "Jaxon Cross, that's the ice hockey player, tall and blonde with the most gorgeous blue eyes. Then there's Professor Ronan, dark hair, green eyes, looks like he stepped out of some romance novel." Patty fanned herself dramatically. "Thank goodness, that man is fine." Even in my weakened state, heat flooded my cheeks. The feelings I'd had for both of them in my dreams felt incredibly real. Too real.

This isn’t a dark romance love story built on sweetness. It’s built on denial. On want. On the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for permission even when you want it to. MARA LENNOX’S P.O.V. The Rink Bar, Post -Game I notice him before I let myself notice him. Shit! If that’s even a thing?

They whispered when they thought he wasn't listening. “Captain is extra pissed today.” “Probably still mad about the loss.” If only they knew the real reason. Across town, Jaxon was doing the exact same thing with the Storm Hawks. He skated up and down the ice like something was chasing him. His ankle still hurt a little from the game, but he ignored it. Every time he closed his eyes during breaks, he saw Zane's shocked face after the kiss. He kept waving it off. It was nothing… he thought. Just a stupid mistake, leftover anger from the game.

"Their defense leaves gaps on odd man rushes. But if you miss, Kade, I call you out. Loud." "Call it," Kade replied. "Just make sure it helps the team. Not your grudge." Grudge hung thick. Viktor said, "Grudge keeps me alive. Hospital food tasted like dirt. Nurses asked what happened. I told them a teammate stabbed me in the back." "Not stabbed," I interrupted. "Hockey play. We move past it. Toronto game is here. Rivalry means everything." Rico tried to lighten it. "Remember last Toronto trip? We stole the win in overtime. Crowd went silent."

“People always reminded me who he was. The famous player. The handsome star. The man who could date anyone.” Her fingers twisted together. “They acted like I had won something when he wanted me.” I did not interrupt. “At first, it felt romantic. Then every disagreement became proof I was ungrateful. If he cancelled plans, I needed to understand because hockey came first. If I complained, he reminded me how many women would gladly accept my place.” Anger tightened in my chest. “He said that?” “Not always directly.” “That does not make it better.” “I know that now.” She looked at me.