Novel & Cerita Ice Hockey Romance Novels

This isn’t a dark romance love story built on sweetness. It’s built on denial. On want. On the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for permission even when you want it to. MARA LENNOX’S P.O.V. The Rink Bar, Post -Game I notice him before I let myself notice him. Shit! If that’s even a thing?

"It depends. Are you going to ambush me with more good questions if I say yes?" "Guaranteed." "Then yes. It's an invitation." That became the pattern for the rest of the week, late nights in restaurants neither of us could pronounce the names of, him occasionally going quiet whenever I asked about home, family, anything before hockey, until I learned to just stop asking and let him tell me on his own time, which he never quite did. By the time the trial period was ending, I was completely, hopelessly in love with him, and some reckless part of me believed he felt the same.

Lyon cries, breathless and caught in the whirlwind. Mateo can’t help himself. Lyon can't help himself. The air between them is thick with the scent of adrenaline and heat. They collide in the center of the rink, sharing a deep, punishing kiss that threatens to vaporize the ice beneath them. Lyon’s lips are a contrast of freezing air and burning internal fever. It takes every ounce of Mateo’s restraint not to claim him right there—to show the media photographers and the screaming crowd exactly who Lyon belongs to.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

“And he’s ignoring my calls. Not that I’m surprised. He's probably somewhere doing what douches like him do.” Max snorted. “Oh, this I’ve got to see. Ivy Cross versus Mr. Perfect Hockey Boy. Who’s gonna win?” I rolled my eyes, but he wasn’t done. “Here I was thinking my last few months of college were going to be boring… and then voila! You bring the fun. You’re always a darling,” he said, giving my cheek a playful squeeze. I tried not to flinch, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. Max always had a

My girl loves her Choos. “Okay, let me freshen up and then you can take me out and show me the town for a few hours.” “Perfect, it’s a small town so don’t get your hopes up. We don’t live in the big city.” “Oo, I love small towns, we might even get some hot gossip on the hockey players and Blake.” I roll my eyes. Trust Rachel to want to find out more about the hockey players. “I hear they’re always hung big and give the best oral,” she continues and applies a coral lip color to her pouty lips. The woman is stunning.

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?”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

He stepped back, eyes burning with everything left unsaid, then disappeared into his room. I closed my door and leaned against it, heart racing, body humming, bruises aching in time with a deeper, sweeter pain. How many more secret nights, stolen kisses, and whispered truths could we hide behind closed doors and empty rinks before the team, the university, and Kane finally forced us to choose between the ice we loved and the fire burning between us?

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."