Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance Novels

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 .

That's what I said two months ago when I got fired from my job as a kitchen assistant at Wendies, that's what I also said a month ago when my sister Katherine had took us out to celebrate her divorce, that's what I also said two weeks ago when my boyfriend of two years had broken up with me and left the country to pursue his education. Clearly, I was a liar. And now, here I am drinking again at a team dinner to celebrate me joining Saint Aurelius University as their new hockey coach while pursuing my masters in the grad division. “Let's go for round two!” One suggested, I looked at him and he looked fucked up real bad. The alcohol in his system made it hard for him to keep a steady posture,

Both making me question everything I thought I knew about who I was fighting against — and who I was fighting for. I closed my eyes, letting the silence wrap around me. Tomorrow’s practice loomed. Victor Harlow’s calls were mounting. The team’s bets were getting bolder. Coach’s calculations kept turning. But tonight, in the dark, with messages from an unexpected rival and the man I was falling for sleeping inches away, I wondered how much longer I could keep balancing on this knife’s edge before everything finally broke. How much longer could I keep pretending this was only about hockey, when the truth was already slipping through the cracks — pulling me between two men who both wanted me in

I have one job, win this game. Mitchell skates past me, shoulder-checking me harder than necessary. “Nice punch, Hart,” he sneers. “Too bad your head’s not in the game.” I don’t look at him. I don’t react. I just keep skating. He hates that. Next shift, he tries again, a shove to my back, a slash to my stick, a muttered insult about my team. Still nothing. I’m not giving him the satisfaction. But then he says her name. “Hey, how’s your little ice princess? Lena, right? Shame, she got hurt. But maybe I can help her 'heal' up”

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

The headlines were worse. ‘Hockey star Duke Smith spotted with mystery woman. Is he cheating? My chest tightened. The comments were wild. I shouldn’t have read them. But I did. ‘Who is she? She definitely threw herself at him.’ ‘I want to see her face. Let’s see how she looks.’ ‘No woman comes between Duke and Lisa. They are our power couple ‘She’s probably ugly, that’s why he’s hiding her face’ I couldn’t read anymore. My hands started shaking. My breathing became uneven again.

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

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For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

"Her tone is pleasant and cordial, but there's an undercurrent of challenge that she's directing at Jake. She hopes he'll catch on and not do anything else inappropriate. Jannis, meanwhile, observes Anna intently, taking note of her poise and self-assurance. She can't help but wonder about Anna's character beneath her polished exterior. Jake feels his face flush with shame as he realises his error and quietly apologizes to Jannis before returning his focus to Anna, who gushes over the chocolate lava cake and suggests they give it a try. Leaning forward, Hector whispers to Jannis, "I'm sorry about that. I hope you don't bring it up again. I don't want to ruin their evening together." Anna goe