Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more jacked for a game in my fucking life.” My eyes lift from where I’m lacing up my skates to find a fully-dressed McKenzie , one of our sophomore defensemen, taking a seat on the bench in front of me. He’s still green as shit, not getting a lot of ice time his first season on the team. But he’s on my line this year after really proving himself these last few weeks, earning a starting spot on the ice. Something he’s never experienced before. So jacked could mean a couple things in this situation.

Liz hushed her and took a big swallow of her margarita, staring at the screen. "Thanks for joining us today, Matt." Matt smiled at Rod and sat down in the chair next to hm. "Thanks for inviting me." "So let's talk a little bit about Matt Vorchak and his question for success in the world of professional hockey." Liz had her eyes glued to the screen as Matt told the story of seeing the movie Miracle on Ice, how it affected him, how he became obsessed with the game and why winning The Cup became so important. He even answered questions about the early years and his many struggles.

She was a good girl, raised on safe promises, and watching the entire Hayes empire catch fire wasn't exactly something she was built to handle without spiraling. I stepped onto the heavy rubber matting, intending to march straight into the corridor and head for the showers, when a massive body bumped hard against my shoulder. I flinched slightly, my jaw clenching as I looked up. It was Miller. My giant defenseman and on-ice partner was towering over me, a massive, stupid grin plastered across his thick face. He had his helmet tucked under his arm, his messy brown hair sticking up in every direction, and he was holding his phone out right in front of my nose.

Just… existed comfortably in the conversation. It was nice. Really nice. “So what about you?” he asked eventually. “The laptop at practice—you run a hockey blog?” “For now. Focusing on the summer games.” “Why hockey?” “My dad played in the NHL.” Marcus’s brows shot up. “Wait—who?” “Richard Winters.” “Holy shit. *The* Richard Winters? Flyers, late nineties? That slapshot?” “That’s the one.” Marcus shook his head, half-laughing. “Your dad was a legend. I grew up watching his highlight reels. Does Chase know?”

It was the only thing keeping him sane, that, and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors. "Hey man, you good?" Logan, my best friend, asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, stepping around him to get to my locker. I dumped my school bag, wrenched open my side of the locker, and began hauling my gear out…my shoulder pads, skates, and jersey. The number ‘17’ and my last name, ‘BECKHAM’ were printed boldly across the back. The familiar choking smell of the locker room invaded my senses… a mix of after-school uniform sweat, stale adrenaline, and the tang of the ice rink just down the hall.

Pete immediately dropped the ice pack, grabbed his clipboard, and scurried out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Kavanagh walked over, leaning against the counter across from me. He took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes scanning the massive bruise on my ribs with total detachment. "Three goals and two assists in an exhibition game against Michigan," Kavanagh recited, a terrifyingly proud smile touching his lips. "The scouts in the VIP box were practically drooling, Thorpe. I had two NHL general managers text me this morning." "Good," I said flatly, holding the ice pack against my side.

Make McCall College and everyone proud by getting the world hockey cup soon. My words were supposed to cheer them up, except it didn’t, instead, it brought the softest of them to tears. Ronnie and Jacob. They could no longer hold it in, hence, they broke down in sobs. My legs moved closer, but I was fast to stop myself from consoling them. The Irish mafia were watching. Closely. Sharply. And any slight movement from me, they will be all gunned down. ………. “I know something is up with you, Maverick.”

She pleaded and I huffed. "Dad, the footage?" "Shut up! Can't you see she isn't feeling well?" He snapped, then led her out of the room and I chuckled in amazement. I was beginning to enjoy this. ......... The next day was the hockey match and I made sure to ignore Donald all through classes today, heading to the men's locker room to see Griffin and get his jacket. The room seemed deserted and I was about to leave when I bumped into a huge rock, my nose almost bruising due to the impact.

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

I keep my eyes on my phone, hoping that if I ignore him, he'll leave. "Hey," his voice is smooth, confident. "Make it for me and this pretty girl right here." I don't respond. I just scroll to the next page, highlighting a section about cellular respiration like it's the most fascinating thing I've ever read. When the bartender slides a drink in front of me, I finally look up. Crew is watching me with this amused smirk, all golden hair and sharp jawline and the kind of face that makes girls stupid. His hockey jacket is slung over one shoulder, and he's leaning against the bar like he owns it. Like he owns everything.