Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

Just by the edge of my right eye, I found Emory and Marsh seated together on the court, they really are that close. “Fresh meat” “Hey, baby, want me do anything for you” the other boys said as I walked by. I ignored them and made my way to the office where I found Coach already seated, “Hello Manon, how can I help you?” Coach Jude asked. I wanted to be bothered by the fact that he knew my name but I ignored it instead. That certainly would be a topic for another time if I was that curious. “I want to join the hockey team” I said as I took my seat in front of him.

His voice carries in the vast arena. Helmets and face masks are slapped on, gloves readjusted as the team lines up. “Donovan. Tatum. You’re on opposite sides.” Mike adjusted his helmet with a smug grin. “Don’t cry when I score on you.” I smirked. “Worry about getting past me first.” The puck dropped. The drill barely lasted thirty seconds before I stole it clean off Mike’s stick. He chased me. Too slow. I cut left, passed Parker, circled the net, and buried the puck.

PUCKING THE GOALIE BOOK 3 Intro; Name: Mara Lennox Age: 22 Personality: Sharp-tongued, observant, emotionally guarded, quietly feral when she wants something Background: Mara didn’t grow up dreaming about hockey players or fantasizing about them, She grew up around them so she wasn’t some groupie. Her older brother is a defenseman on the same hockey team, injury reserve now, sidelined for the time being until cleared. So she’s seen locker rooms, the bruises, blood, the ego these hockey players have, her brother being one of them and she’s familiar with the cycle of life most hockey players adapt.

But I was already here, already committed to this insane idea of watching Ace play hockey like some kind of stalker. I found a seat in the middle section where I could see everything but hopefully blend into the small crowd of students who'd shown up for the evening practice. My knee throbbed a little from the walk over, but it was manageable. Better than it had been in weeks. The team was already on the ice, running drills. I spotted Ace immediately, number seventeen, moving across the ice like it was the most natural thing in the world. He made it look effortless, the way he controlled the puck, the way he shifted his weight and changed direction without even seeming to think about it.

"Hi, babygirl." "Father. You did not tell me the 'dumb jock' was an actual hockey star," I growl out, my eyes glued to the man on my computer, wearing a blue jersey with the number '17'. MY day of birth, by the way, "He is a very famous person. He's been on TV! He won a big flashy trophy called the Stanley Cup. ESPN has a thirty minute segment discussing him!"

Damien’s voice cut off abruptly. I turned around slowly. Damien stood in the doorway, his hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his jaw tight as his gaze shifted from his father to me. The shock in his dark eyes lasted for only a fraction of a second before hardening into pure, unadulterated fury. Damien dropped his athletic bag to the floor with a heavy thud. He marched into the room, closing the distance between us until he was towering over me, invading my personal space.

My whole body froze when I looked up and saw a bunch of Westlake players towering over me. “That's enough,” a deep baritone voice came from behind the players, and they parted instinctively. My eyes were blurry as he stepped forward, and I could only see him when he leaned closer to me, stretching a hand towards me. “Come… let me help you up.” My heart started racing like crazy as I stared at his green eyes, and I squealed in my subconscious. THE CAPTAIN OF THE WESTLAKE HOCKEY TEAM, WAS STARING AT ME WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS.

I told him. He chuckled softly. "I understand, I do go to school, remember? I'll get you something special after all you are my special person". "Awww". I cooed. "Thats so sweet". He winked at me sweetly before leaving to go get us something to eat. Jeremy McCoy is like the only boy I talk to freely in school, he is my other best friend apart from Bella. The co captain of Madison High football team, He's tall, muscly and gorgeous in a good kind of way.

He held my gaze for a second before nodding. “Got it.” “Good.” I forced a sweet smile. He didn't look convinced, but thankfully, he let it go. “He's looking over here.” “Who?” “Chris McCoy.” “The NHL commissioner,” Scott finished. I followed his gaze and immediately recognized the man approaching our table. Chris McCoy. I had seen him countless times in interviews. He was one of the biggest names in hockey and one of the people Scott desperately needed to impress tonight. “Go up to him and talk to him.”