Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Hello, sir. My apologies for the inconvenience. I didn't know the room situation would be so… stressful for the Alpha." Mr. Darius's eyes widened a little. "You… you two know each other?" Riven opened his mouth to say something, but I was faster. I just smiled, a simple, disarming smile. "Yes, sir. We just met today. But we’re teammates on the hockey team. He's my captain, so..." Mr. Darius’s face brightened immediately. "Oh! That's wonderful! That's even better! This is a good thing then! You two can get to know each other better as teammates. Riven, I think this is solved then!"

Williams just took it. "You need to end the hockey game!" Mariam screamed, her voice cracking with pure rage. She stepped into his space, her chest heaving, pointing a manicured finger at his chest. "Stop playing hockey! It is affecting our marriage! You care more about that stupid puck and the Blackwood Alphas than your own pack. Than me!" Well, that was the excuse she gave for today's violence. Every day had its own reason. Yesterday, it was because he returned from the pack borders too late. The day before, it was because he hadn't tasted the dinner she ordered the cooks to make.

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

“And I did my homework.” I cross my arms. “Is this revenge on you?” “No,” he says. “This is protection. For me. And maybe… justice for you.” Justice. The word tastes dangerous. “I won’t sleep with you,” I say flatly. He doesn’t flinch. “I didn’t ask you to.” “I won’t pretend I’m in love.” “Good,” he says. “I don’t want a lie that deep.” “I won’t let you rewrite who I am.”

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

My hands pause on my skate for half a second before I keep untying the lace like the question doesn’t mean anything. “Madison?” Ryan says. “Yeah, you know Madison.” Another guy across the room whistles. “Everyone knows Madison.” I keep my head down. “Can’t say I remember.” Ryan laughs. “Bullshit.” Cole grins. “Walker’s little sister is a rocket. Like… dangerous rocket.” “Absolute problem,” someone else adds from the showers. “You look at her too long and Walker might actually kill you.” A defenseman walks by and chimes in, “Saw her at The Den last month. Half the bar stopped talking when she walked in.”

She grins and he nods, going back to Elion. My chest hurts seeing them together again but at least, Cerise can't tell what's going on. He defended me at least, a warm bliss cascades over me, soothing the chest burns I'm having. Our eyes lock from time to time, even while playing with our partners. When I turn and he's gone, I lose interest to continue here. Only then do I remember I have hockey practice with my buddies on campus. Thursdays hockey rehearsals which are very compulsory. Three hours to go.

By‍ Monday morning, Camero‌n Hayes w⁠as trending for reasons that ha‍d nothing to do with hockey. ‘#Came‌naScandal’ sa⁠t at the t‍op of every sport⁠s blog'⁠s fe‍ed, the parking lot kiss dissected f⁠ra⁠me‌ by fr⁠ame, paired now with older photos someone had d‌ug up, the rink, the team dinner,‍ months of moments ne⁠ither of them had rea‍lized were being documented. A ta‍bloid ran the‌ headline ‘HOCK‌EY'‌S⁠ GOLDEN BOY'S FORBIDDEN STEPSISTER RO⁠MANCE⁠’, and it spread faster than anything Lena had eve‌r se‌en move⁠ online.

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

. Every Saturday afternoon he would drive her to the Roseland Ballroom so she could compete in the contests held there. During the summer and vacations, he would take her to the Concord Hotel, a Jewish resort in the Catskills where Ida would flirt with the dance instructors. All the while, he would wait and wait and wait. But his vigil came to nothing. Ida already had a boyfriend who had more forcefully claimed the right to her affections. Uncle Frankie Oxman had been around as long as anyone could remember. He was a short, stocky man with a jovial disposition. On Friday nights, Frankie would wander around the funeral home bonding with everyone. The kids liked him because he had a habit of g