Lgbt Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

He didn’t even care that I hadn’t consented to that video! “I don’t want to hear excuses, you won’t be going to Toronto this weekend anymore… I'll be sending you to grandmas, surely you can work on the farm…” His words slowly drowned out and I turned to leave ignoring his calls. I hated them… This time j meant it… just one night I had leg loose and foolishly trusted them only for them to ruin my life. What I couldn’t understand was why? Why they had done it?! Perhaps to put me I. My image? Or to break me? As I walked past their room, I heard the hockey team mirror their girlfriends' laughter.

As if that’s not bad enough, now they are kissing at hockey games, like some madly-in-love couple. I hate it. I hate it so much. I do not wish to let them get away with it so easily. There’s got to be something I can do. That is when I see him, tearing across the rink. All six foot five, hunk of male sexiness. Even in gear and paddings, it’s easy to make out the form of Aiden Cross, hot on the enemy’s tail. He’s feral in his pursuit and my breath hitches as he steals the puck from the enemy’s stick. He switches direction with the swift grace that only a pro can pull off and the crowd is going crazy as he passes the puck to another player. The Omega team pass the puck to one another, gliding

L‌ena went‌ to every‌ home g⁠am‍e she could, tuck⁠ed into the stands near the glass, and⁠ every sin‌gle time, every time, Ca⁠meron⁠ found her face⁠ in the crowd b‌efore t⁠he puck even dropp⁠ed⁠. "Yo‍u're‍ my good luck‌ charm," he told he⁠r afte⁠r‍ the Wisconsin game, breathless and grin⁠ning, sneak⁠ing her behind the e⁠quipm‍ent r‌oom for a kiss that tasted like victory. "I mean it. I play better when you're w⁠atching." "‌That⁠'s a lot of pressure to put on me‌." "You can handle it." He kissed her again, slower this tim‌e. "You can handle‌ anythin‍g."

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

“It’s just hockey mom. A puck and a stick, they skate around and hit the damn thing. It’s not saving the world with a medical cure or a cure for cancer is it. Let’s face it, ice hockey is not nuclear physics.” Mom kisses my forehead. “Don’t be so jealous of him, sweetheart. He is who he is. And like you, he’s still young. He’ll grow out of it. He needs a good woman to take him on and show him how to be a man. Someone he wants to be a better man for.” “Like that’s ever gonna happen. He has a thing for too many women. And he has commitment issues. Deep seated ones.” “That as it may be, Roxy but one day, mark my words he will find someone. His fated mate is out there and then he will settle and

Maya in driver seat and I sit beside her and the other two are at the back. “So, what’s the plan?” Lena asks from the back. “Kissing booth? Sounds steamy.” Maya smirks, glancing at me in the rearview. “Oh, it will be. The hockey team’s running it for charity.” “Knox will probably be there, charming everyone.” Lena added. I feel my cheeks heat. Knox? No way! That’s not possible right? Jess leans forward. “Ooh, who’s Knox? Spill.” “He’s just a guy on the team,” Lena says quickly. “He’s so hot and handsome.”

Adrian followed like he owned the place. Elliot reached for his shirt and pulled it off. "Playing hockey is my happiness, man. I won't let one man take it away because he thinks he knows what's best for me" he finished tossing the shirt aside. "You're right. It's actually not fair that he gets to decide what you want to do with your life" Adrian said quietly, lowering his gaze a little. "I can't even tell him I wanna play hockey" Elliot looked at him properly now. "You wanna play hockey?"

I looked down to my body, I was naked! And a man's….arm was around me!, I gasped, I just gave my first time to a stranger. He was facing the other side,I tried to move his hand, so I could at least see the face of the man I slept with. He turned, as I moved his hand, I frowned, when I noticed his face. Holy cow! This…person… Is Victor rival and enemy. Is the NHL hockey capital! Is the heir to a powerful family. “Shit!,”

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

I groan. “You say something?” She turns with narrows eyes. “Nope, nothing.” Great, so she heard me groaning. Fuckingfantastic. “How about Taking A Shot At Love?” Immi stops in her tracks and puts her hands on those tiny, sexy hips of hers. “It’s a Hallmark movie. You are so fucking with me right now, aren’t you?” “Seriously, darlin’. I am not fucking with you. I love Hallmark movies. I always watch them. Just because I’m some big burly hockey player, doesn’t mean I don’t like a bit of romance.” Honestly, am I that bad?