Hockey Star Novels & Stories

“That's true, Ronan is unhinged. But he's in a league of his own. Never in love, moving from girl to girl. Getting so desperate for a woman he'd steal her panties is impossible.” “It's definitely Zayden. The blog said a top hockey superstar. Those qualified to be called superstar aren't more than five, but two are the ones everyone knew. If it isn't Ronan, it should be him.” “He doesn't look like it. He's always so innocent and quiet. If he's not practicing hockey, he's studying hard. He's the only star in UCLA who acts like a living saint. How could it be him?” “That's right it shouldn't be Zayden. He's above that. Many women have asked him out he said no to all.”

“Allie keeps me grounded.” Carla turned her spotlight smile on me. “Allie, how does it feel to date one of the biggest hockey stars in the country? Logan’s been on fire this year, leading his team in points, that game-winning goal in the finals… What’s it like being by his side?”

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.

He never believed in my hockey dream, he wanted me to take over the family business which I also wanted and that’s why I was doing what he asked—he didn’t even remember to bring Ava up to date with it. The only way to show my father I could be better than him, that I could run the company and still be a hockey player and I was not as wayward as he thought. I glanced over at where Nadia was seated. She was staring back at me but her face was expressionless. She was the best person for the job. The good Indian girl who wouldn’t fall in love with a white boy except her asshole apartment mate—I fucking hope so.

Vanessa has zero intention of falling for the campus hockey star. She knows the rumors about Jax Holden and she has no interest in getting anywhere near him. But when a family emergency leaves Vanessa injured and her twin brother has to leave the state, she ends up with no choice but to move into Jax's private apartment for the next month. Jax is used to getting what he wants, but his new roommate wants nothing to do with him. Vanessa treats him like he's the last person she wants around, and Jax can't figure out why she hates him so much. He's supposed to be focused on the upcoming NHL draft, not his roommate. But after a messy accident leaves them soaked,

CHAPTER 6 CALLUM The problem with practice was that a puck never cared who your father was. It didn't care about the championships he'd won, the records he'd broken, or the number of times his name had appeared in sports magazines. It didn't matter that half the people who watched me play had already decided what kind of hockey player I was before I'd even stepped onto the ice. A puck had one job, and if you gave it enough room, it would make you look like an idiot.

“Didn’t ask if you were.” I gave her a look. She slid my drink across the table before I could argue further. “So,” she said, tilting her head. “How’s Mr. Hockey Star?” I stared at my drink. “Busy.” Her expression softened. “He hasn’t called?” “He texted a couple times. I think the training’s just intense,” I replied. “It probably is.” “I just thought…” I trailed off, pressing my fingers to the cup. “I thought we’d talk more.”

“Hey! Enough chatter, let’s focus up!” The guys straightened, trying not to laugh as Ryder lifted a hand in mock salute. “Yes, Coach.” Coach Larsson wasn’t one to tolerate slacking, but Ryder Hayes had earned enough points to get away with it now and then. He was the team’s star center, a senior with a wicked shot and the kind of swagger that made scouts pay attention. His sandy-blond hair was sweat-damp and slightly mussed beneath his helmet, his sharp grin was pure confidence. Ryder was sure he’d go pro after graduation, everyone was. The Greyhollow Direwolves had produced NHL players before, and he planned to be next.

"You know what, Coach? I barely know anything about you." He blinks, caught off guard by the subject change. "What?" "I know you're an ex-hockey player. That's it. You should tell me more. Your career. Your story. All of it." "I don't see how that's relevant—" "Humor me." He studies my face for a moment, then sighs. "Alright. I played college hockey at Michigan. Got drafted to the NHL—Chicago Blackhawks. Played three seasons before I tore my ACL in a game against Boston."

The annual Intercollegiate Hockey Championship, hosted by my school, Willow-Hills High, had been a triumph from the moment it began. For the first time in our pack’s history, we’d clawed our way into the finals, a feat that filled me with pride. My boyfriend, Ryder Willson—son of the Pack’s Alpha and the fearless captain of our hockey team—had thrown a house party to celebrate our success, inviting elites from every school that had battled on the ice. The thought of it all made my chest swell with joy. That morning, I could hardly believe my luck. At twenty-one, I was just an ordinary Omega, yet here I was, mated to the Alpha’s son, standing in the most breathtaking room I’d ever laid eyes o