Ice Skater Hockey Player Book Novels & Stories

Lyra whispers as I push off hard. I build speed until the world blurs around me. My stick handles the puck like it's attached to my hands, weaving between imaginary defenders. Each stride feels powerful. A group of college guys is scrimmaging at the other end. One of them is tall with dark hair and an easy smile skates over when I take a break. "You're really good," he says, pulling off his helmet and shaking out his hair. "Ever think about playing college hockey?" "Actually, yeah," I say, unable to keep the smile off my face. "Crimson University offered me a scholarship."

The game started and it was rough in the way that games between alphas were always rough, physical and aggressive and completely without mercy, and within the first two minutes someone had checked me so hard into the boards that my teeth rattled and the cold metal rang through my whole body and the boy who did it skated off without looking back because he had already decided I was not worth looking back at. I pushed off the boards and got back into position and I stopped thinking about anything except the puck and where it was going and where I needed to be before it got there, and that was the thing about hockey that had always saved me, the way it emptied everything out and left only the i

“How do you want to be fucked today, Chan?” I can feel my pussy get wet as he chases the puck, his strong build and tall height cutting across the ice, breath fogging in the cold air. But in my head, I can still hear the slow rhythm of his breathing, feel it warm against my neck like he’s still right behind me. River skates like the ice belongs to him—sharp turns, fast strides, shoulders loose with confidence. He knows exactly what he is doing, and he has been on the rink since he was six years old.

Each time she blinked her eyes, those eyelashes of hers would graze the very peak of her cheekbones. "Oh please," I scoffed at the absurd comment. The movies may make you believe that good-looking guys hated skating and sucked at it but they were wrong. So very wrong. We don't even find skating as embarrassing as they portray us to find it, "I can skate. When I was younger I played hockey but I moved around a lot and eventually just quit playing sports. I dabbled in a little football, soccer, and even basketball." "Oh, a man of many talents," She gleamed seemingly impressed by what I had done when I was younger.

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

I finally started to work up the nerve to lift my feet a little the longer we moved. "I'm good at everything," he smirked. I shook my head, regretting it as I wobbled, only to be steadied by his strong hold on me. "Yes, but you're large and bulky! You're not supposed to have the grace and talent of a figure skater." He chuckled, cocking an eyebrow at me. "You're forgetting about hockey players, which I happened to be all throughout high school and some of college." "Of course you did," I huffed. I was supposed to be laughing at him today, not the other way around. This was surprisingly hard to catch on to.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

Ella's POV "No, I can't do that. I can't take his life even though I have the chance," I replied to Delilah. We were sitting in the bleachers, watching the hockey team practice. Kael and Damon were on the ice, moving fast across the frozen surface like they were born there. Their skates cut sharp lines into the ice while the sound of sticks hitting pucks echoed through the arena. Cold air brushed against my face, but somehow it didn't bother me.

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

"I want to get out of this heavy gear so we can celebrate properly." Axel grabbed Gabriel's hand, and they walked down the stadium stairs while the yellow-jacketed security guard kept the paparazzi away from them. I grabbed my discarded stick from the ice, and I skated toward the exit doors. I stepped off the frozen rink, and my skate blades clicked loud against the black rubber mats covering the concrete floor.