Novel & Cerita Lgbt Hockey Romance

he finishes calmly. I glare at her. Traitor. “I can leave,” he adds, looking at me. “If you want.” I hesitate. “No,” I say. “Stay.” Maddie looks between us. “I’ll give you two a minute.” She leaves. Of course she does. The silence stretches. “You don’t waste time,” I say. “I try not to,” he replies. “So,” I continue, “you need a girlfriend.” He nods once. “I need a partner. Publicly.”

Rylan's POV I am suppose to be at the College, preparing for the training later today but instead, I come home to pick up my favourite hockey stick. The hockey stick is old and weak.. but it is precious because Beta Hale gifted it to Lucien and I years ago when we first learnt how to play hockey.

I froze… his words edging between confusion and a bad memory I’ve been trying to bury. "You're bluffing," I said, even though every instinct I had was screaming that he wasn't. "Am I?" He finally turned around. And I recognized him instantly. The hockey player. Number 47 for the Edinburgh Raptors. The one I'd seen at Hunter's party with his hand on Olive's chin, calling her "Peach" with that bold confidence that had made me want to put him through a wall. The one I'd been tracking to know who the fuck he was and his deal with me, with Olive.

I couldn’t sleep. The memory of her walking away followed me everywhere, even in my empty apartment. To escape the pain, I threw myself into hockey. I trained harder than ever, using the exhaustion to numb the emptiness in my chest. I gave everything I had to the game, skating until my lungs burned and my body could barely move. I pushed myself harder and harder until I finally made it to the NHL draft. And now five years had passed. Five years of silence and wondering where she was, whether she hated me, and whether she ever thought about those nights we spent together in college.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

I said, “I have no interest in Enzo. Whatever game you’re playing is no use. Let’s just go our separate ways.” “Oh, we’ll go our separate ways,” Lisa said as I turned to walk back to the party. “After you get your ugly little ass away from the hockey team. They’re all mine.” I rolled my eyes as I thought about Lisa hooking up with the entire hockey team at once. “Sure,” I said. “Whatever. Have fun with your harem of hockey players.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

I could smell the bourbon on his breath. “You’re still mad at me,” he whispered. “That’s why you’re doing all this. The tutoring. The hockey games. The ‘enemy’ act. You’re trying to make me jealous.” “I’m trying to make rent,” I snapped, trying to duck under his arm. He caught my wrist. His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm. Possessive. “Don’t lie to me,” Atlas said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “I saw you tonight. At the rink. You weren't watching the game. You were watching me watching you. You want to know if I still care.”

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

God, those blue eyes did something to me. I was rounding up with my session when the door swung open and his teammates burst into the room. My breath caught in my throat. The last time I was in a room with boys from a hockey team, I was cornered and made fun of. The room suddenly felt too small and the off white walls seemed to be closing in on me. Their loud voices drained the thoughts in my head. “Hey.” Adam grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?” I stared at him through opaque eyes and nodded stiffly.