Ice Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

Khyle said. "It's just." Yuzu paused. "It hurt to see, Ichi. You used to love hockey." "I still love hockey." He said it with the specific flatness of someone who was saying a true thing and not currently feeling it, which both of his sisters clocked with the accuracy of people who had been reading him since he was old enough to have a readable expression. "Gunner is just," he started. "He's a really hard guy to work with." "How is he hard?" Yuzu asked, with the sweet innocent directness of someone asking a reasonable question.

The contact was light, but it sent a rush through me that had nothing to do with nerves. Voices started calling his name. Cameras flashed. Questions flew fast. “Alex, who is she?” “Is this serious?” “Are wedding bells next?” I froze for half a second. Old instincts kicked in. Hide. Smile. Say nothing. Alex did none of that. “This is Izzy,” he said clearly. “She’s with me.” That was it. No explanation. No story. Just possession. Something in my chest tightened. His hand settled at my lower back. Firm. Steady. Claiming.

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

“Anything. Hobbies. Favorite food. Embarrassing childhood stories. Whatever you want to share.” I wrap my hands around my latte, using the warmth to steady myself. “I don't really have hobbies. School keeps me pretty busy.” “There has to be something. Everyone has something they do when they're not drowning in textbooks.” “I read,” I offer. “Romance novels, mostly. The kind with happy endings that feel impossible in real life.” “Escapism.” “Is that bad?” “No. It's human.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “We all need to escape sometimes. My escape is hockey. On the ice, everything else disappears. It's just movement and strategy and the game.”

"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.

“You’re interested in him.” I froze. My whole body locked. Didn’t turn around. “I’ve known you for years, Damien. The way you look at him when you think no one’s watching. You want more from him. ” “Shut up. Take your depressants you delusional little whorem” I spun on her so fast she stumbled back a step. “ You think this is about interest? This is about him walking onto my ice, stealing my puck, looking at me like I’m just another rich prick he can knock down, and still breathing when he does it. Nobody else does that. Nobody.”

Drinking in everything I can possibly learn about how to be a sports agent. People who say love is the most important thing in the world. Well, I agree with them wholeheartedly. It's just that my love is my work and the beautiful, chaotic sport of ice hockey that stole my heart as a kid. But often it feels like the job doesn't love me back. And only a masochist enjoys unrequited love. At least, I imagine so, because I've been way too busy to even open a dating app for years. Spencer slowly peels back the paper on a cupcake and takes a bite. "It's okay," he mumbles, crumbs littering his blue polo shirt.

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee