Hockey Star Novels & Stories

For a guy who wears a helmet and sweats so much, I never would have taken you for such a prima donna. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I got an image to keep up." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "What's that?" Khyle snorted. "Poster boy or p**n star?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Hmm. Yeah. And all round good-looking NHL star and ladies' man." Gunner thumbed his chest, and Khyle took to looking nauseous. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Oh my God. You're serious."

"Yes, this is my boyfriend Alex. His parents are the talk of the city where he's from, you know. Big business people. And Alex here is going to be the best hockey player alive one day. He's so talented." I nearly choked. Big talk of town ? I opened my mouth but she squeezed my arm harder. Her dad shook my hand, firm. "Hockey, huh? What position?" "Uh, forward," I said, because what the hell else was I supposed to say? "Working hard on it." Lila jumped in again. "He's being modest. Scouts are already looking at him. We're so proud." I stood there smiling like an idiot while she built this whole fake life around me. Rich parents. Future hockey star. Perfect boyf

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

She wants to whine about him all over again. "Now, he is going to be an ice hockey star at just eighteen," she gestures with her hands. "Do you know how cool it is that he is going to be a billionaire heir and also a hockey star?" "Yep," I say with the same enthusiasm as a dry sponge. I don't know what I'm supposed to add to this conversation.

" I'll tell you what. Let's play a game. We're going to be doing a drinking competition. You can have as much Americano as you want. But it means you have to beat me. And if you end up doing so, I won't bug you anymore and you can work for whoever you want, but if you don't, you'll have to comply and come work for me." I shook my head. " I don't think I like that idea. It's possible you are a good drinker." " You'll be shocked to know I seldom drink. If anything, this will be my first doing this game." I raised a brow. " You are kidding me." "I am a hockey player for goodness sake. The captain for that matter. I have to stay fit. I could take a sip from time to time, but not always. Besides

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

He was always too fast, too smart, too perfect—which was exactly why he was the university's untouchable hockey star. Hockey star my fucking foot. Down below, Saxton raised a hand, flashing a dazzling, effortless wave to his screaming fans. But the very second his eyes swept past my section, his smile dropped. It vanished so fast it was almost comical. I leaned over the railing, letting him see me clearly, and gave him a slow, wicked smirk before raising my hand and firmly flipping him the middle finger.

“Let’s have breakfast.” He pulled out the chair for me. I hesitated for a second, then sat. “Thank you.” Breakfast was simple: a sandwich and coffee. Luna placed the food neatly in front of me. She had been kind to me since the moment I stepped into this house. “Thank you,” I said to her. “Thank you, Luna. You can go,” Duke added. He waited until she left before speaking again. “Growing up,” he started, leaning back slightly, “I always wanted to be a hockey player. Not just any player, a successful one. And I got it, even more, and I am fulfilled.”

Father spoke, his face tightening with a scowl. “Are you saying this was a well-constructed plan to defame hockey star Logan Hale?” a reporter asked. “Whether it was to defame Logan or the company, we will get to the bottom of it.” I would have clawed my hair out if my bones weren't stiffened with shock. “But we assure you, one little plot can't shake the Nighthawks. We are the biggest and strongest hockey team, and nothing will change that.” Pride dripped from his words and poured right out of the screen.

“Well, he looks like he swallowed a broomstick.” She snorted. Before she could answer, a passing senior leaned toward us, lowering her voice as though she was sharing a classified information. “That’s Noah Romanov.” My expression immediately changed. “Romanov?” She nodded eagerly. “His older brother is Alexei Romanov. The hockey star.” Oh. That explained the sudden attention. Alexei Romanov. Even people who didn’t care about hockey knew that name. He was also worshipped at this school just like my brother.