Ice Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

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"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.

As I stepped away from her she turned over her shoulder and gave me a smile that could light up the whole space and I swear I fell a little for the little minx at that moment. The thought just entered my mind but I already knew the outcome couldn't possibly be good for me. Because when someone hated something with a passion that wouldn't change because of one person. And we all knew Valentina hated hockey and she wouldn't stop hating it because of me. I also still had to discover the reason behind all that hate. But one way or another, she wasn't willing to accept hockey wholeheartedly, and I wasn't willing to give up hockey. Guess you could say my love was doomed from the start. Or was it?

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

As soon as my classes were over, I stomped over to the arena and sought out Ace on the ice. I walked on and slowly made my way closer so he could hear me. “Ace Huxley!” I screamed. He spun around and almost fell on his ass when he heard me. “Isla!” His face lit up as he took his helmet off and skated over, but it quickly fell when he saw how pissed off I was. “What happened?” “Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?”

He wants to text her, make sure she got home safe, but his fingers hover over his phone, hesitating. Showing much attention and letting her in means opening a door he’s kept locked for years. A storm he’s dodged since he was a kid, one that could swallow them both. He can’t risk it. The NHL is all that matters. Love? That’s for suckers. Being the playboy, the untouchable golden boy, that’s his armor, and he’s not about to shed it.

"The public doesn't want an apology written by a PR firm. They want redemption they can see. Which brings us to the university’s newest corporate partnership." Vance pulled a glossy, colored pamphlet from his folder and slapped it onto the top of the team bench. Jaxson looked down. Printed in bold, obnoxious neon lettering across a backdrop of a hockey rink was the title: BEYOND THE ICE: CAMPUS ROMANCE. Jaxson frowned. "What the hell is this?" "It’s a new reality television concept produced by the streaming giant, HypeTV," Vance explained, sounding entirely too proud.

Liam's POV Two Months Later, the All-Star Game in Toronto was supposed to be a celebration. For me, it felt like a death march. I had barely made the roster, voted in on past reputation rather than current performance. The Glaciers were in freefall. My knee was held together by cortisone shots and sheer stubbornness. "Smile, babe!" Sophia chirped, linking her arm through mine as we walked down the tunnel toward the ice level. She was wearing a silver dress that was too tight, showing off her six-month bump. She loved the cameras. She waved at the reporters, soaking up the attention.

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

She’s mine, and I’m going to hold on to her like my life depends on it. By evening, I’m on the rink, gearing up for the big showdown against the Full Moon Pack. The air is electric, the crowd roaring. My teammates are hyped, but my head’s a fucking mess. “You good, man?” Theo asks, stretching his arms. “Yeah, you’ve been MIA all day,” Damon adds. “Yeah,” I say, smirking. “I was with my girlfriend. Priorities, you know?” Theo waves his hockey stick at me, laughing. “You’re seriously whipped, dude.”