Novel & Cerita Hot Hockey Players

"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.

In the hallway outside the locker room, a tall man in a navy suit leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp beneath a shock of graying hair. “Hayden Michaels?” he asked, stepping forward and extending a hand. “Yes, sir.” “David Kern. Toronto Maple Leafs development team.” We shook hands. His grip was firm and business-like. “I’ve been following your games this season. Your skating’s crisp. Vision on the ice is top-tier. You’re not just talented but you’re teachable and that’s rare for hockey players.” “Thank you,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “I won’t waste your time. You’ve got pro potential, Michaels. Big potential. If you keep this up, we’ll be sending an official invitat

My fiancé, Alpha Theron, was the star player on the pack hockey team. Yet even as his mate, the pack mocked me as a fat pig that had wandered in among wolves. But when he was attacked, I was the one who stepped in front of him. Hockey sticks came down on my back and my shoulders. The pain cut to the bone, and I gritted my teeth and took it. That overweight body everyone despised was the only reason not one blow landed on him. It was also what finally made the old Luna nod and agree to let me marry into the family. But while I lay unconscious from my injuries, Theron announced that he would mark my stepsister Hannah, the cheer captain, instead. Not only that. Hannah posted videos online of th

You’ll know when you see it. "When?" I pushed, drifting backward through the water, leading him on. "Later," he replied. He didn't stop moving until the distance between us was nearly gone. "So… how are you so good at this game?" I blinked, caught off guard. "What game?" "Hockey," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with a serious curiosity. "I’ve seen how you reconstructed Harold’s entire playstyle. You’re better than most professional scouts."

Cameron grew taller than Kaius, tall, lanky, curly golden brown hair, blue eyes, pink thin lips and his athletic body. He looked handsome each time I got to see him, I hated that I had to attend a different college from them, while Kaius had all the fun, I had to stick with princess duties. I scoffed and tore my gaze away from them. “I saw you today at the match, I was incredible wasn’t I?” Kaius chuckled, taking a seat on my bed, I was in front of the desk in my room working on an assignment. “You’ve been playing hockey since 7th grade, and now you’re in college, you've made your team lose every time. I don’t know why Dad chose to keep you there.” I twirled in my seat. “…I thought you liked

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

I spit at Teddy; in the meantime the game is still going on around us. “Back in the game, guys,” I tell Hawk and Atlas. We turn and skate to join the rest of the players. I get the puck and run it down and through some of the blockers and defence players, Hawk shoots out to my right, I can just see him out of the corner of my eye, I pass it to him, he shoots it forward to Atlas and he takes the shot. The Montana goalie moves to the left to deflect it but misses by a fraction, what a bummer for him. We cheer and raise our sticks, one in several more to go.

Had it not been for money, I would be standing there instead of here now. “This way, please,” The driver led the way, and I followed, my heart pounding. I've researched and even heard so many things about the players from this particular team. They're rumoured to be cocky and rude. Well, this isn't news at all. Almost all the hockey players around the world are known to be crazy… Well, so am I. I just hope I last here... I have to. I need the money, and heck! I need to eventually get into the figure skating team once I save up enough.

“Hau’s parents may be business people, but his grandfather was a renowned assassin back in the day. He commanded hundreds of men all over Japan, Italy, Russia, Mexico, and the United States. His family name can save you in any situation!” — The seven men exchanged glances among themselves. “You don't look like you play hockey,” the young lad said, his eyes scrutinizing my body. I kept quiet for a while, my heart racing really fast. “Here!” I brought out my team-issued pass. We were given this pass two days ago because we'll be traveling to the United States to tour their hockey training center. One of the men read the pass, and it confirmed that I was a hockey player, and I was a member of t

Sienna on my left, Zara on my right, both of them pretending to understand hockey and failing beautifully. "Which one is Rhys?" Zara asked. "Number seventeen. The one who looks like he wants to kill everyone on the ice." "That narrows it down to about half the team." "The tall one." "They're all tall, Naomi. They're hockey players." The whistle blew and none of it mattered anymore because Rhys hit the ice and the building shifted.