Ice Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

I couldn’t sleep. The memory of her walking away followed me everywhere, even in my empty apartment. To escape the pain, I threw myself into hockey. I trained harder than ever, using the exhaustion to numb the emptiness in my chest. I gave everything I had to the game, skating until my lungs burned and my body could barely move. I pushed myself harder and harder until I finally made it to the NHL draft. And now five years had passed. Five years of silence and wondering where she was, whether she hated me, and whether she ever thought about those nights we spent together in college.

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."

For a moment, hope filled my chest, maybe I could score, maybe I could actually do this. Then Ryan appeared in front of me, my heart nearly stopped, he was so close, much taller than I expected. His eyes met mine for a brief second, that was all it took, I hesitated. Just one second, one stupid second. Ryan took advantage immediately, The puck was gone. The crowd cheered loudly. I wanted the ice to open and swallow me. As he skated past me, he gave me a small nod. Which somehow made me feel even worse.

She pulled him into a careful hug, mindful of the IV line, and felt him relax into it, some of the tension of the last several hours finally starting to bleed out of both of them. From the doorway, Luca cleared his throat gently. “Hey, Nico. I’m Luca.” Nico’s eyes went wide, recognition dawning fast. “You’re the hockey guy. From the show. Isabella’s” he glanced at his sister, uncertain of the terminology “boyfriend? Fake boyfriend? I’ve genuinely lost track of the storyline.” “Real one, as of tonight,” Luca said, a small smile tugging at his mouth despite the exhaustion. “Long story. I’ll catch you up sometime when you’re not hooked up to an IV.”

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.

“We are good.” She exhaled and quickly slipped out of the room. “I am tired. I need to sleep.” “Sleep?” Derrick scoffed. “Your teammates are out there getting all the spotlight and you are lying on a hospital bed talking about sleeping.” “What do you want from me?” I yelled at him. “To get your ass up and get back on the ice.” I scoffed. “Since you love the ice so much. Why don't you do it? I can hand my jersey over to you. After all, we're both Paynes.”

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.

“It’s just hockey mom. A puck and a stick, they skate around and hit the damn thing. It’s not saving the world with a medical cure or a cure for cancer is it. Let’s face it, ice hockey is not nuclear physics.” Mom kisses my forehead. “Don’t be so jealous of him, sweetheart. He is who he is. And like you, he’s still young. He’ll grow out of it. He needs a good woman to take him on and show him how to be a man. Someone he wants to be a better man for.” “Like that’s ever gonna happen. He has a thing for too many women. And he has commitment issues. Deep seated ones.” “That as it may be, Roxy but one day, mark my words he will find someone. His fated mate is out there and then he will settle and

By‍ Monday morning, Camero‌n Hayes w⁠as trending for reasons that ha‍d nothing to do with hockey. ‘#Came‌naScandal’ sa⁠t at the t‍op of every sport⁠s blog'⁠s fe‍ed, the parking lot kiss dissected f⁠ra⁠me‌ by fr⁠ame, paired now with older photos someone had d‌ug up, the rink, the team dinner,‍ months of moments ne⁠ither of them had rea‍lized were being documented. A ta‍bloid ran the‌ headline ‘HOCK‌EY'‌S⁠ GOLDEN BOY'S FORBIDDEN STEPSISTER RO⁠MANCE⁠’, and it spread faster than anything Lena had eve‌r se‌en move⁠ online.

"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.