Ice Hockey Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chaos erupted in front of the net. Sticks clashed and bodies collided. The usual dance we always see in any ice hockey games. Lily was practically climbing over the railing. “Someone clear it!” Johanis lunged in. Hooked the puck away from immediate danger. Ryan cleared it down the rink. Whistle. The crowd exhaled collectively. Lily sat back down dramatically. “I aged three years just now.” “You’re very dramatic.” “Sports demand drama.” The game resumed. Time felt faster now and a little bit sharper. Hillia was pressing harder. Tavian wasn’t even smiling anymore. Neither was Johanis. They met mid-ice again.

She shook her head and acted innocent but the way she was trying to hide that teasing smile made me roll my eyes. “Yeah. But your face says otherwise.” Her smile turned into a beam. That smile infected me like a powerful virus. Earlier we were crying, silent, then now we’re smiling at each other like idiots. “So, now that you know… What are you planning to do?” “I don’t know.” I took another sip on my coffee. “I never even thought he would like me to be honest.” Mira softly slapped her forehead. “You…! You thick-headed, clueless writer! How ironic that you didn’t know, knowing that you have written numerous romance story?! There were plenty of circumstances that Heiji showed his true feeling

Sebastian said. Damian almost smiled. "I'm a hockey player. Romance isn't my strong suit." "Your strong suit is checking people into boards." "And scoring goals." "And looking good in a jersey." "And—" Damian stopped. He looked at Sebastian. At the man who had made a blood oath on his father's grave. At the man who had taught an eight-year-old how to stand up. At the man who had held him in an abandoned rink while he fell apart. "I love you," Damian said. "I want to marry you because I love you. The hockey is just a bonus."

"Touchy subject. Got it. So is it daddy issues or new boyfriend issues? Because that look on your face screams 'man trouble.'" I pressed my fingers to my temples. "Why are you here, Ryan?" "Funny you should ask." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I got myself a hobby. Joined the NHL." I stared at him. Blinked. Stared some more. "I'm sorry, what?" "NHL, baby." He tapped the table twice. "Chicago Wolves. Just got called up." My brain tried to process this information and failed spectacularly.

"The last thing you said was 'Don't stop... don't... oh god, yes!'" He slaps my stomach playfully. The jolt of need makes me hiss. Isaac lifts his head, blonde hair a mess. "I didn't hit you that hard." "No," I groan. "But I'm about to snap." "I can help." His nails circle my navel. His tongue flicks my nipple. "The next puck drop isn't for thirty-six hours..." The game? I don't know what hockey is right now. I just know Isaac.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

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.

A violent jolt of electricity shot up my arms at the contact. "You can't ice me out," Kael murmured, leaning in so close I could feel the warmth of his breath against my jaw. His eyes darkened, stripping away the arrogant hockey star and leaving only the obsessed, volatile boy who shared a bathroom wall with me. "Not on the ice. And definitely not at home. The MVP bet still stands. And every time you pull a stunt like this, you just prove to me how close you are to shattering." "Let go of me," I ordered, my voice betraying a faint, agonizing tremor.

Why not just do it now? I sighed loudly and started. “Well, it's not as crazy as yours. Some of us didn't join gangs.” I said sarcastically. “You wound me.” “Yeah. Err, I used to have this boyfriend earlier in college. He was….is a hockey player too. I really liked him then. Though he felt the same way about me. It turned out that he was with me basically because of a bet. Cliche right?” I laughed at my own joke. But nothing seemed funny to Liam because his face was witching up from what I could see here.

He slammed his mouth onto mine with a breathless passion. The kiss was a brutal collision of heat and ice. I let out a soft whimper against his lips, my fingers catching the fabric of his black jersey as his tongue invaded my mouth with a fierce hunger. The restriction of our heavy hockey equipment only made the tension hotter, creating a hard barrier that we both wanted to rip apart.