Hockey Star Novels & Stories

My father had paid him well to let me enroll and keep my secret safe. To everyone else, I was just a popular, wealthy hockey star. Eventually, after the first three semesters of being a hockey star, I actually wound up enjoying it. Hockey was the one thing that kept me sane during all of this; when I was on the ice, it was only me and my opponents. No drama, no company, no father telling me what to do and where to go. I could just focus on the puck. Outside of sports, my father always wanted me to mate with a girl who was poised and proper -- someone to hold up the image of our household -- but I never wanted that.

He angrily pounded on the wall of the shower room and punched it hard. Zyd admits he lost time because their schedule was hectic and they were participating in a National Hockey League (NHL) game. As the captain of the team it is not easy, he admits that he is not always beside the girl, since Kate is also busy with her modeling career and if they meet the time will be less because their schedule is not the same. Every week they have games in different divisions and they have to reach the Championship and get the Stanley Cup that every hockey team dreams of. After he put on his clothes, he headed up to the mini bar and decided to drink whiskey. He needed it so he could sleep and not remember

"You aren't a has been. You're a hockey star whose team won The Cup. That makes you very special. I'll bet there ate a million opportunities out there you haven't even considered." "Even if I can't skate any more?" He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Then he mentally bit his tongue. He wasn't going to whine any more, remember? "Matt." Brenna leaned toward him until her face was inches from his. "Hockey isn't what you are, it's what you do. What you are is what you make of yourself off the rink."

“Sorry, I assume every student smokes. At least, most of them I've picked do that. Or those I know do.” I smiled, accepting his half baked apology. “It's alright.” “Wait, I know you from somewhere…” I almost rolled my eyes as he stared at me blankly, as he struggled to place my face. “Wait, you're that star ice hockey player, yeah? I saw you on television. That was a sick shot, bro! You're good, you know that, don't you?” I smiled, enjoying the attention. I could only get better and better. If a random Uber driver knew me, then what would happen if I decided to make myself better? Everyone would know the name Rowan.

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”

she said, sliding down onto the couch next to him and rubbing the fabric between her fingers. He looked down at her suspiciously, wondering if he should have chosen a shirt that wasn't one of his favorites. "I've never heard of the Northstars," she said. "What sport is this jersey?" "Hockey," he said. "My sister gave it to me when we were younger. Minnesota used to have a hockey team called the Minnesota Northstars. They were my favorite team before they moved." She smiled, watching him intently and seeming to hang on each word. "I'm uh... I'm not gonna get that back, am I?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Let's clear something up, because your little ego is getting embarrassing. You think I like you? You think I would actually pick you over the tons of girls throwing themselves at me in my DMs every single day? Because of what—a kiss we had like, what, twice?" He let out a short, mocking breath, his eyes scanning my face with absolute disdain. "I am Noah Wystan Graves, might I remind you. The star hockey player. The guy who can have literally anyone he wants with a single look. And you honestly sat there and convinced yourself that a couple of meaningless, repetitive mistakes meant you actually held some kind of power over me?"

I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans. Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough. Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture. At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the toilet. Which is exactly why I need Summer to tutor me. No matter what it takes. He makes his way through the crowd, and people part for him automatically. Richard Ashford, former NHL legend, current billionaire sports agent. Everyone knows who he is.

Immediately, I pulled us out of the curious crowd and their questions, into the restroom. I shut the door behind us. “Ow, is your hand made of metal?” “You should be glad I took it out on you. So why are you here? To stalk me?” He straightened his perfectly beautiful sweat shirt and looked at me. “Excuse you. Should I remind you that we were just outside a few minutes ago? And like everyone knows—including you—I’m a hockey star. So I have other things to do than stalk someone.” I didn't believe him one bit.I laughed, and he just looked at me like I was crazy.

HUNTER I get whatever I want, you just name it. My parents were filthy rich and I was in the school’s hockey team, and that was synonymous to everyone falling for my feet Girls wanted to date me, while guys wanted to be me My words alone was like a worship everyone listened to, cool right? And I was getting more famous day by day My team were training hard, our goal was to advance to the nationals and not stop playing at high school, hockey was really my dream, my life, that was why when one of my teammates got injured during the playoffs with another fucking school, it hit me right on the chest