Ice Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Isla thought she had the perfect life—until her boyfriend and best friend betrayed her and left her humiliated. Broken and desperate to save face at a hockey party, she claims the hottest transfer student at school is her new boyfriend. The problem? Donovan Hayes doesn't just play along. He kisses her. Now the entire school thinks they're dating, and the fake relationship is starting to feel dangerously real. But with her ex determined to win her back, a captaincy rivalry brewing on the ice, and secrets threatening to tear them apart, Isla may discover that the stranger who stole her first kiss could also be the boy who steals her heart.

she demanded, her voice dropping low, shaking with an absolute fury that was not directed at me at all. I looked at her. “He is an asshole,” Roselle said, every word sharp, spitting out the judgment without a second of hesitation. “Desmond Calloway is a coward who sat in his mansion and pretended you did not exist so he could keep his clean little life safe. That boy on the ice, that Ronan, he did not do anything wrong either, he is just playing hockey, but you listen to me, Jace Whitfield. You did not ask to be hidden away. You built yourself entirely on your own terms while that man gave everything to a son who did not even have to fight for his place.”

As long as Diego could make me feel like the center of the universe, I realized I could overlook almost any friction between us. And overlook it I did. We fell back into a routine—studying nearly every evening, though the library was quickly replaced by the privacy of the Riverside Duplex. We’d make an honest attempt at the books, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, the gravity between us would inevitably pull us toward the bedroom. It felt like a functional truce. I was getting the academic support I needed and the most intense physical connection of my life. It was the best of both worlds. Who wouldn't want a brilliant, lethal hockey star as their personal tutor and lover?

The morning began like any other, Bella rushing through her small Parisian apartment, tugging on a blouse while balancing her coffee, her mind already running through Alexander’s schedule. For weeks, she had grown accustomed to the rhythm of their secret world: late-night dinners in hidden corners, stolen touches in the office, his hand brushing hers when no one watched. The Ice King had melted just for her. Yet that morning, the universe seemed determined to shatter. It started with a phone call.

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 .

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to Emperor Wolves Restaurant. Can I please take your orders?” Rylan grits his teeth, still confused about why she is working here. Of course, he is not aware of everything that has happened. He has skipped college and even ice hockey practice to get over his heartbreak and also start preparing for the wedding. He has been busy, which has been helpful for him because the exhaustion keeps his mind distracted.

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

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?

Riley observes, not looking up from her book but clearly following the conversation. Americus ignores our less than enthusiastic responses, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischievous energy that usually precedes her best stories. "You know what it's really like inside a proper hockey locker room? The energy, the constant chirping, the inside jokes that build up over entire seasons? The weird rituals and superstitions that don't make sense to outsiders but are sacred law to the players?" She pauses for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying having a captive audience.