Novel & Cerita Ice Hockey Romance

I have one job, win this game. Mitchell skates past me, shoulder-checking me harder than necessary. “Nice punch, Hart,” he sneers. “Too bad your head’s not in the game.” I don’t look at him. I don’t react. I just keep skating. He hates that. Next shift, he tries again, a shove to my back, a slash to my stick, a muttered insult about my team. Still nothing. I’m not giving him the satisfaction. But then he says her name. “Hey, how’s your little ice princess? Lena, right? Shame, she got hurt. But maybe I can help her 'heal' up”

I can still picture the look on everyone's faces when he told us. And Owen playing in the NHL on the same team as Kohl, the New York Rangers! It's like a dream watching them both skate together. Ari and Athena are the wild cards, living together in their little bubble. Ari's buried in blueprints, her architect dreams soaring, while Athena? Well, that's a mystery wrapped in an enigma. And then there's Owen and Ari—what a whirlwind that was. They broke things off quietly, neither of them willing to revisit what was, and it hangs in the air like an unsaid word.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

“We’re something. You let me tattoo you. You called me daddy last night. That’s pretty official in my book.” “Shut up, I was dick-drunk and you know it,” I snapped, face burning as I leaned down to kiss him hard to make him stop talking. Our mouths moved together messy, tongues sliding, and I kept arguing between kisses. “I’m still playing hockey. End of discussion. You can be jealous all you want but I’m not quitting for you.” “Fine, play your little games,” he muttered against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “But this ass is still mine when you get home.”

“When I first walked into that physio room, I thought I was just doing my job. But you… you became so much more. Every late-night conversation, every time you let me see the real you, every quiet moment like this… I fell harder than I ever thought possible.” Ronan cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing my cheeks. “I fought it so hard in the beginning,” he admitted, voice low and rough with emotion. “I told myself I didn’t need anyone. That I was better off alone. But you broke through every wall I had. And now? I can’t imagine going back to a life without you in it. You make me want forever, Ivy. Not just recovery. Not just hockey. Forever with you.” Tears glistened in my

I had just wanted to beat Travis, driven by the memory of that kiss and the frustration I had felt since then. But the memory remained as clear as ever, mocking me, haunting me. "That was insane." Zahara rushed forward, slipping on the ice at the last second, and of fucking course, Travis was right there to catch her. For a moment, the world seemed to stop in time with her in his arms. Something passed between them. A soft smile, some sort of secret only them knew. Anger bubbled through me. Whatever. I was done here anyway. Spinning on my heels, I strode off the ice, ignoring the weight of his stare on my back.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the kiss deepened, his hand sliding under the hem of her top, warm against her ribs. Footsteps sounded in the corridor. They broke apart instantly, breathing hard. Mila straightened her shirt while Ryder turned back to the table like nothing had happened. When the footsteps passed, Mila cleared her throat. “Ice it tonight.” Ryder looked at her, eyes warm and full of things they still couldn’t say. “Yeah. Thanks, Doc.” He left. Mila stood with her hands placed on the counter, heart thumping, staring at the wall for a long moment before picking up her pen again.

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) BOOK 6 Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.