Hockey Star Novels & Stories

MIA'S POV "Can I seat?" I nodeded, not raising my eyes to look at him. I didn’t have to. Ryan Hayes was the National hockey star and Logan’s greatest rival and the playboy of Michigan University. Logan hated him that he wouldn't watch a match when he was playing. Logan used to say that he was too proud because he was a star. And that he was egocentric, not knowing that being a star wasn't permanent. That one day when he joined the national hockey team, he wouldn't be like him, that he would be different. And I had believed him.

Damien’s voice cut off abruptly. I turned around slowly. Damien stood in the doorway, his hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his jaw tight as his gaze shifted from his father to me. The shock in his dark eyes lasted for only a fraction of a second before hardening into pure, unadulterated fury. Damien dropped his athletic bag to the floor with a heavy thud. He marched into the room, closing the distance between us until he was towering over me, invading my personal space.

"Nobody is tracking the avenue anymore. I promise." I watched the two of them from the dresser, my teeth clenching hard inside my mouth. The powerful hockey star who had thrown crushed ice across my locker floors was completely gone. The golden crown of his billionaire selection was in the trash, but as he sat on that cheap carpet in his socks, he looked more like a real father than his family ever allowed him to be.

Emma turned back to the ice, already distracted by the players warming up. I glanced across the arena again. Arthur was talking to the magistrate, looking as composed as if we what ere all there for an ordinary evening of hockey. I had no idea what he’d told the magistrate about us or what he planned to do next. But I knew he wouldn’t make this easy. The crowd erupted as the stadium lights dimmed and blue spotlights swept across the ice. The home team skated onto the rink, led by Damon. The captain’s C shone on his jersey as he moved onto the ice with confidence.

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OFFSIDE TEMPTATION ( A DARK EROTIC HOCKEY ROMANCE) BOOK 6 Intro; Lena Marquez has one personal rule: Never date professional athletes. As a senior editor constantly surrounded by hockey players, athletes with god complexes, reckless habits and commitment issues disguised with expensive smiles, she knows better than to fall for men built like a walking bad decisions. But then she meets Mercer Hayes. He’s Chicago’s star defenseman who’s cold, heavily tattooed, emotionally unreadable and terrifyingly calm for a man constantly involved in on-ice fights. Fans call him The Wall because nothing gets through to him.

“I know this team. It’s from the human realm.” I turned it around and froze. The name printed there was one I recognized too. A famous hockey player. A very famous one. I stared at it, then slowly looked toward Ella. “Dax plays hockey?” Ella looked just as surprised as I felt. “Apparently.” Of course he did. Because why wouldn’t the terrifying Alpha King of Shadowfen also have a mysterious human-realm hockey life? That man was a walking locked folder with abs but despite everything, I smiled. A real one this time

“Yeah, I’ve been staying with a family member because my parents travel a lot. But now that Dad is transferring west, I’ll head that way.” “Are you going to college out west?” “I’m taking a gap year. I’ve been recruited to a minor league team, so I’ll do that for a while.” “I’m sorry—I don’t remember what sport you play.” “Hockey—I play hockey.” “That’s right,” she says, lifting her head in acknowledgement. “I remember Cynthia going to your games. You know, you’ve brought my Cynthia out of her shell.” Cue my entry. “You have no idea,” I say as I walk in and sit beside Alex.

"I want to help people like me. People who've been victimized, traumatized. I want to understand why people like Charlie exist, and how to stop them before they hurt anyone." "That's..." Gray's voice is muffled against my shoulder. "That's really noble, Sunshine." I beam at the nickname, continuing to play with his hair. "And you'll be a professional hockey star. Playing for the NHL, traveling the country, winning championships—" He tenses beneath me, his entire body going rigid. "—it's been your dream forever," I continue, not noticing at first. "I can't wait to watch you play. I'll be in the stands at every home game, wearing your jersey—"

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”