Hockey Star Novels & Stories

His parents are filthy rich and his daddy used to play hockey many years ago to. The waitress, a tiny red-head gazes up at his six foot+ frame and looks like she’s about to swoon. Jeez-us already. “Can I help you, Mr Brannigan?” Right, of course she knows his name. Doesn’t everyone in the country who follows ice hockey? Change that. It doesn’t matter if you follow ice hockey or not, his face is literally everywhere. The man has more endorsements that David Beckham, more exposure than Jennifer Lopez and more followers than T-Series on YouTube.

Every goal I scored, every game I won, every recognition I received - all erased as if my career never existed. "They really wiped you out completely, didn't they?" my cellmate observed. "Completely. I spent twenty years building a hockey career, and now it's like I never existed in the sport." "What will you do when you get out?" "I'll be fifty-five years old with no career skills, a criminal record, and a lifetime ban from the only profession I've ever known. I'll probably end up working manual labor until my body gives out." That evening, I watched sports news on the common room television and saw a segment about Sterling Foundation's international expansion and athlete protection program

KAIDA’S POV Hockey players are known for their hotness and handsome faces, but their personalities and love-lives are nothing to write home about. It’d be almost impossible to find a hockey player who is responsible and doesn’t cheat on their women. They are rare. 99% of hockey players are playboys. And the number one on the list was Maverick and number two goes to Liam. The two men in my life. Liam, my Ex-boyfriend of two years, cheated on me with his childhood best friend and Maverick?

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

"No, I don't have to ask him either. Mark is out of my league." "Oh honey, he is NOT! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? You're gorgeous, AND you have a brain to boot. That young otter?" She looks out through the window. "He would be lucky to have you." "He is successful enough to date a movie star, Helen." She arches an eyebrow, blinking in confusion. "What? Didn't he just play ice hockey?" "Yes, on a professional level—that man plays for the NHL." That shuts her up, which is a rarity. I've never seen Helen speechless before, and I stifle a laugh when her mouth opens and then closes. Her eyes are huge, and her attention lands on Mark again.

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

No one except one person. Ace Huxley. Star captain of the hockey team and my biggest bully throughout high school. He always found me in the halls and made fun of the way I was dressed or the way I acted. He loved to target my heavy make-up and baggy hoodies, taunting me about being fat and ugly, so I tried and hide it. When in truth I had received tons of compliments before I began to hide my face and make myself look hideous.

"Hi, babygirl." "Father. You did not tell me the 'dumb jock' was an actual hockey star," I growl out, my eyes glued to the man on my computer, wearing a blue jersey with the number '17'. MY day of birth, by the way, "He is a very famous person. He's been on TV! He won a big flashy trophy called the Stanley Cup. ESPN has a thirty minute segment discussing him!"

"Well, he is quite famous, and his name might ring a bell. His name is Jace Harrington, the hockey star." "What!" My heart and my jaw dropped simultaneously. The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers.

I pull back, linking my arm through my fake boyfriend’s. “Yes, this is my man. You know him?” Sylvia’s gaze bounces between me and Harlan, her eyes narrowing in obvious displeasure. “He’s the captain of the Vancouver Titans, the most successful hockey team in Canada. He scored forty-three goals last season. Who doesn’t know him?” I stiffen in shock, turning slowly to meet Harlan’s gaze. Captain of the most successful hockey team in Canada? Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into? “You seem to know a whole lot about him, babe,” Drake growls, his jaw tightening as he slides a hand around Sylvia’s shoulders.