Hockey Series Books Novels & Stories

"That was a deliberate, targeted hit. And I want to know why." "I already said……" "I don't care what you said. I want the truth. Right now." I looked at him. He was old school. He'd been coaching hockey for thirty years. He'd seen every dirty play, every excuse, every pathetic justification. And right now, he was staring at me like he was looking at someone he didn't recognize. "Personal issue," I said. "Personal issue?" His voice rose. "You can't let personal issues onto the ice, Lucas. That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works."

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrists, twisted them behind my back, and shoved me against the locker, my red, exposed asshole facing his hardened cock. “Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening. Not after everything between us… Not after….” —— Thirty Minutes Earlier: Year 2017 Commentator with an excited voice: “Today is the day we've all been waiting for. Scores that had never been attained in decades will be won. History will be made, and we are rewriting the legends of ice Hockey!” “Arghhhhhh!!” There was a loud cheer as the crowds of thousands rejoiced, chanting the names of their favorite players. This was one of the biggest Hockey games ever recorded, and the arena was the largest in t

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

“Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.” I glanced at him. “I didn’t disappear,” I told him calmly. “I left to pursue my dream.” “That’s the same thing!” Adrian shot back. Our mother raised her hand slightly. “Please—can we not start like this?” But no one listened. My father began. “You think hockey is a career worth building an empire on?” My jaw tightened. “It already is.” A cold laugh from Adrian. “Sports?” he said. “You’re betting your entire life on sports?”

I know it from my own home. His parents have had to leave everything at a certain speed a few times when the witches got too close. I wonder if the same is true for Harold ? "Here, you have to try it”. Harold walks over to a bookcase and finds a questionable bottle. “And I will get two more cold beers to rinse after with”. I open the bottle and a smell of alcohol, lemon and something licorice-like burns in my nose. "Schnapps are like made with cumin, isn’t it ?"

He looked away as he scoffed. The waitress returned with our order, and we began eating. I noticed Noah was just picking at his food. “You're good?” He glanced up at me and nodded. Is it about Scott? No way! That can't be. He's probably sad because of what happened with his dad earlier. Speaking of that… “Can your dad really stop you from playing hockey?” “Yeah, he can.” My brows knitted together. “He's one of the significant fours.” he added. I blinked, confused. What's that? Never heard of that before.

"Twice. You didn't pick up." I pulled off my gloves and dropped them on the desk. "I was on the ice." "I know where you were." She set the leather folder on the desk and opened it without ceremony. "Sit down, Luca." I sat… She laid three printed pages in front of me. The first was a screenshot collection, fan accounts and sports commentary, all circling the same exhibition game footage I had been trying to stop thinking about for four days. The second was a social media analytics report with certain sections highlighted in yellow. The third was an article from a mid-tier sports culture site with the headline underlined in red pen: *Devereaux and Calloway: Hockey Rivalry or Something Else?*

I walked to the library and sat next to the window, I looked at my project and now I need to find some books. I walked through the bookshelfs and search for the architect section. I'm looking for a watertank and some electric placement book. I looked through every book clearly and oh there it is. I tried to reach it but I can't. It's on the top of the bookshelf, I need to take a ladder. I walked away to grab the ladder. I got back to the architect section again and I put the ladder to reach the book but the book is gone. Suddenly I found the book on the middle shelf, I looked around. I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there.

So that's the end for now. Firstly, I want to let you know that in this current book, you've read the first two instalments of the BH Series. For Book 3, when I decide to publish it here it would be in a separate Book. For now, though I'm taking a break. The BH Series consists of five books: 1. The Alpha Who Stole My Life 2. The Alpha Who Stole My Life: The Comeback 3. My Alpha's Sister