Ice Hockey Romance Books の小説・ストーリー

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?

It's really a sweet, romantic and funny story showcasing strong bond between friends. Other than that, if you are interested in reading elemental and supernatural kind of stories, I will highly recommend book named 'Vein on Ice, Hearts on Fire' and it is also a complete book available on GoodNovel. It is one of my favorite books with a lot of humor, romance and emotions. The Author is really polite and friendly. I am hundred percent sure once you start reading it, you will be hooked. Also, currently, I am working on another story named, 'Werewolf King, Please don't marry me!' It is also a werewolf book but completely different from this one with a lot of humor and plot twists. (P.S. I am try

"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

Built a version of myself that doesn’t revolve around the boy who disappeared after one night. My body betrays me. My pulse thumps faster, my chest feels tighter as a thousand memories I buried a decade ago are suddenly clawing their way back to the surface. The moonlight in my father’s office with Jay’s hands on my waist. The way he said my name like it mattered. I close my eyes briefly. This is ridiculous. I’m not eighteen anymore. I’m not the girl who fell in love with my brother’s best friend. I’m Madison Walker. Business owner, contract negotiator; the woman half the NHL calls when their careers are on the line. I don’t care if he’s in my city or on the other end of the planet.

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

It was labeled in Elena's neat handwriting: University Years - Minnesota. I stared at it. I hadn't thought about Minnesota in years. That was where we met. That was where the accident happened. I popped the lid open. A scent of lavender and old paper wafted out. Elena's scent. Inside were textbooks, old notes, and a thick, leather-bound journal. I picked up the journal. It felt heavy. I opened it randomly. October 12th: Liam Sterling looked at me in biology today. He asked for a pen. I think I forgot how to breathe.

None of it bothered me, though, because we were going to the finals! I rolled my shoulders back and smiled to myself. FSU Icehawks were going to the finals for the first time in five years, and I had put eight goals past Keiser University's goalie tonight, and somewhere in the stands Dona had kissed me in front of an entire rink full of people and Samantha had smiled and given us her assent.

“Whoa. You look like you didn’t sleep.” I slid onto the stool beside her and popped a grape into my mouth. “Because I didn’t. Not really.” She raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “Dreams again?” I buried my face in my hands. “I swear I’m cursed.” Sophie laughed softly. “You’re not cursed, Tessy. You just want to jump his bones. Why don’t you actually talk to him instead of torturing yourself every night?” “Easy for you to say,” I muttered. “Have you seen him? He’s the star of the hockey team. Girls literally throw themselves at him. And I’m… me.” I gestured at my outfit. “Dressed like a comfortable toddler most days.”

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.