Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Just playing hockey Captain. You got a problem with that?” “Yeah I got a problem when you hit like a thug,” I shot back. “Keep that shit out of my locker room.” He glided closer until our sticks crossed. “Your locker room? Last I checked we both wear the same jersey. Or you too good to share?” I laughed but it came out sharp. “Share? With a guy whose past is all rumors and suspensions? Good luck lasting the season.” “You talk big for someone hiding behind a C,” Kade replied his voice low and sharp. “What are you scared of Ryder? That I might show you how real hockey feels?”

In comic sans. **ME:** Tank doesn’t do comic sans. He has standards. **SLOANE:** HIS STANDARDS INCLUDE INKING TWO PEOPLE COPULATING ONTO AN NHL PROSPECT **ME:** My favorite sports **SLOANE:** Hockey is a sport. What you are describing is a public health hazard. **ME:** It’s cardio, Winters. Highly aerobic. Good for the hips. Tank wiped my spine down with a green-soap soaked paper towel, the sting sharp enough to make my shoulder blades twitch. “Kid, if you keep typing, your left trap is gonna seize up. Who is this girl, your parole officer?”

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

I am still the captain of this ice. Two more rogues jumped onto the ice, their faces twisting into furious snarls. They did not like being embarrassed by a human. They charged at Holden at the same time, running fast across the wet surface. Holden did not freeze up. He used his sports training, shifting his weight and spinning to the left just as the first rogue lunged. The monster flew past him, sliding uselessly into the boards. Before the second rogue could grab him, Holden brought the hockey stick down hard, slamming the thick wooden blade right into the rogue’s knee.

He needed hockey. Coach looked between them, "Figure it out." Then he blew the whistle and skated away. The team slowly dispersed. Nobody seemed eager to say anything, except Reid, of course. He skated between them. "Looks like you two are dating now." Chase looked horrified, "I'd rather quit hockey." "Of course you can afford to do that." Noah scoffed, "I'd rather get hit by a bus." Reid grinned, "Cute." He pointed at them, "See you lovebirds tomorrow." Then he skated away laughing.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

And the last place on earth Ravael Steele should be. Dark hockey omegaverse romance | Enemies to obsession | Hidden identity | Possessive alpha | He falls first and has no idea what is happening to him

Notifications. Too many, I picked it up slowly. My eyes weren’t even fully open yet but I could already see the headlines on the screen. I blinked once.Then again. And then I sat up fast. “RYAN CARTER SECRETLY MARRIES UNKNOWN HOCKEY PLAYER” Another one. “WORLD CHAMPION SHOCKS FANS WITH SECRET WEDDING” Another. “WHO IS THE GIRL NEXT TO RYAN CARTER” My heart started beating fast like it wanted to leave my chest, in scrolled without thinking.

"The Ice Dominion?" Damien leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he drummed his fingers against the hospital tray. "Which sector of their empire? They own every rink from here to the Northern Tundra." "The gear production line," I replied, my voice a jagged whisper that felt like it was tearing through my throat. "The head of the clan is Victor Hale. He’s the one who controls the flow of silver-lined wolf-leather for the professional hockey leagues. Does the name mean anything to you in the underworld?"

Least ways growing up they were, now Dario is not so close with them. “A romance book, fake dating. She is a photographer brought in to the hockey team to cover them on and off the ice. They don’t like each other but their feelings will evolve.” I fold my arms in front of my chest, my nipples erect and budding wanting him to stretch out his arm and touch me with those big, masculine hands of his. “Ah, so like us then. This is called enemies to lovers is it not?” “What do you know about books?” “You have seen my library. You need to relax Lucky. Trust me you will find this all much easier if you give into your body. Let me show you how to feel like a proper woman should feel.”