Ice Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Riley added, swinging her legs off the bed, “I meant what I said last night. About the palate cleanser.” “We are not having that conversation again.” “We are absolutely having that conversation again, because Marcus Callahan just followed you on I*******m and commented a fire emoji at midnight, which means the universe is offering you an off-ramp and you’re sitting on the highway staring at the guardrail.” “Marcus is Chase’s roommate.” “Marcus is a hot college hockey player who is not your stepbrother. That’s the relevant data point.” “The relevant data point is that Marcus is off-limits. I used to hate hockey jocks and the culture. I can date anyone else. Like Ethan. I can hook up with some

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 just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”

I felt very proud of the man sitting in front of me, because he fought a billionaire and won his freedom. We moved the melted ice packs away from his back, and we laid down under the warm blankets together. Michael wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and he pulled me close to his chest. I rested my head against his shoulder, and I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. We shared a long, passionate kiss, and we celebrated our victory in the quiet privacy of our room. The physical connection felt amazing, and we let the romance wash away the remaining fears from the hockey rink. We touched each other with gentle care, and we focused on the deep love we shared. The hotel room felt

“You might fall recklessly in love with me.” Her eyes narrow. Her jaw clenches as she strides toward me, stabbing her index finger at my chest. “Listen to me,” she hisses. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but being a hockey star in the NHL isn’t enough to make me fall for you. So get that fantasy out of your oversized head.” “Ohh,” I grin wider, loving how worked up she is. “I don’t think you’ll fall for me, Lucy. I know you will. And I’m just saving you the heartbreak of falling for someone who’ll never feel the same way.”

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

With the enemy defeated and the darkness pushed back, the vampire world was filled with a newfound sense of hope and joy. Eli and the girl he loved were welcomed back as heroes, and they were soon married in a grand ceremony attended by all their vampire friends and family. As they began their new life together, Eli knew that there were still challenges to come, but he felt confident that they could face them as long as they were united. He and the girl he loved were determined to build a life together, one filled with love, hope, and happiness.

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“There's plenty of fish in the sea. And I'm a fucking shark. I don't care about one cute little goldfish. It's more important right now for me to lay in my bed and try to get the room to stop spinning.” “Alright, man, whatever you say,” Sean said, standing up from the couch. “Let's get out of here then.” Blondie and the Brunette tugged on Oliver's arms as he tried to leave the VIP. “Wait, baby, can't we go with you?” they asked. Oliver turned around and smiled. “Of course.” They both grabbed their purses and got up, with excitement written all across their faces. “Really?” Blondie asked. “No, not really,” he said, shaking his head. “You two have a good night. I hear there's a defenseman for