Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

“Zane?” Max’s voice snapped me out of it. I nodded, forcing a tight smile as I stood and walked forward. The door pushed open, and Max stepped in first. I followed behind him. It took seconds. The first man was probably the lawyer—briefcase in hand, already reaching for the file. The second… Shit. Recognition hit instantly. He was the coach and manager of the Ice Hogs—one of the best hockey teams. National winners. Champions. my eyes landed on the third man.

Except I wasn’t sure if it was working. “Yo, Rook!” JJ’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you coming to Mario’s? I heard their new honey chicken tenders are sickkk!” I locked my phone, shoving it into my pocket. “Er-I can’t man. I’ve got that Econ paper due tomorrow.” JJ groaned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Man, you’ve been buried in homework all week. You need to live a little.” If only he knew. Henry was already halfway out the door, not waiting for me. We never left together. That was the number one rule.

I took notes, watched for injury risks, and tried to match faces to names on my roaster. Then number nineteen skated onto the ice. My pen stopped moving. It was him. Mystery phone guy. Moving across the ice like he'd been born on skates, handling the puck like it was nothing. He hadn't seen me yet. "All right, gather up!" Coach blew his whistle. "Want you to meet our new athletic trainer. Hart, come on down." I stood, legs unsteady, and made my way to the edge. Twenty faces turned toward me. Nineteen curious or friendly.

Juan, with intimidation and harsh warnings, ordered me to stay in my room or leave the house within a certain period of time. That's fucking crazy. But that's what happened to me. In the hands of my crazy, overprotective brother. The legal psychopath of our family. I stuck close to Juan for the first hour, but soon he was distracted, laughing with his teammates and getting pulled into drinking games. I, on the other hand, hovered by the pool, nibbling on snacks, bored out of my mind. That’s when Travis appeared beside me, holding out a drink. “Orange juice,” he said smoothly.

I forced myself to nod, keeping my face totally still, just playing it cool so he wouldn't see. “Yeah, sure.” Then he skated away and the crowd went absolutely crazy, screaming and banging on the glass as he joined the rest of the team. I just stood there, watching the back of his jersey move through the bright lights. Two years. We have been together for two whole years and I still get this terrifying feeling whenever he says we need to have an adult conversation. It is ridiculous. I let out a breathless laugh at myself, shaking my head. It is probably just something about his schedule, or his family, or literally anything else. I shouldn't worry myself over nothing.

“Guess that means I win.” “You win at being an ass,” Jason muttered, tossing a sock at him. The banter was light, but underneath it was relief. Practice sucked, but we needed it. Later, the three of us headed to a diner off campus, still sweaty and half-dead but starving. Jason demolished a burger the size of his head in minutes. “Best thing about hockey?” he said with his mouth full. “Excuse to eat like a monster.” Logan shook his head. “You don’t need hockey as an excuse. You eat like that anyway.”

Chapter One- My Idol is my opponent Scarlett POV Ryan Carter was a name everyone feared in the hockey world. As the best hockey player in the country, he was known everywhere. People called him a legend. Some called him unstoppable. For me, he was more than that, he was my role model, while in my stay in his country, I hope I meet him. The reason I started playing hockey, the reason I believed someone like me could dream bigger than the small town I came from.

Emma Carter's butt had gone numb from sitting in the same cushioned seat for three hours. Not even the luxury boxes at Boston Arena had chairs comfortable enough for the marathon that was playoff hockey. The crowd roared as the final buzzer sounded—Boston Blades 3, Montreal 2. She stood and stretched, watching as her husband Jack scored the winning goal in overtime. The fans stomped and chanted his name, their hero on ice. Emma smiled, genuinely happy for him despite everything else.

And the worst kind of person. The school’s infamous bad boy—the one with the dangerously charming smirk, a reckless attitude, and a reputation so notorious that even teachers sigh in exhaustion at the mere mention of his name. He smokes behind the gym, gets into underground fights, and, if the rumors are true, has even been in illegal car races. There’s even speculation that he once killed someone. And yet, despite all that, girls still line up to throw themselves at him. Jessica included, apparently. But Jack Carter isn’t just a bad boy with a pretty face—he’s also a hockey prodigy.

She's right about everything—I am a coward, I am running, and I am treating her like a consolation prize for something I was too afraid to fight for. My phone buzzes with another notification from the hockey team's social media. This time it's a throwback photo from last year's championship, showing me hoisting the trophy with a grin that looks foreign now. The comments are the usual mix of admiration and thirst, but one catches my eye: Heard his true mate transferred to Crimson. Karma's a bitch. Someone replies: Good riddance. The girl was always weird anyway. Another: Timothy dodged a bullet. Madison Sawyer is way hotter.