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“True, still. Vancouver has a great streak. They’re quite high up in the league.” “Sure, but let’s be positive about this. We are the stronger team; we are going to smash it and take this cup home.” Nolan nods his head a few times. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re going to be the champions for this year.” He moves away and goes to sit with Atlas who is reading a book. Not sure which one but knowing Atlas it’ll be some fantasy Sci-Fi or a thriller. I personally love a good thriller, psychological thrillers are my favorite, but I am also partial to anything that aligns with black ops, CIA, FBI too. I love the action.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Chapter 182: Third Person POV The man's fingers traced the glossy magazine cover slowly, deliberately, his touch almost reverent as it moved across the photograph displayed there, a hockey player mid-action, captured in perfect athletic form, his face focused and intense beneath the headline "Zane Mercer: The NHL's Most Elusive Star." The downtown Seattle penthouse where he sat was dark except for the ambient city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows that made the expensive modern furniture look almost sinister in the dim glow.

Tamara’s POV Hockey practice on Monday was like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. I didn’t mean to go. I told myself I was just walking to the rink to grab a textbook Elena had left there after the game. That was the lie I told myself, and I almost believed it until I found myself standing in the bleachers with my backpack slung over one shoulder, watching them warm up.

Hi Lovies💕, I know it's been a minute and I'm so sorry for the long wait. I had health issues and had to get surgery. It's been a long road to recovery and writing had to take a back seat as I focused on my health. Many of you have been asking about Noah's book [The billionaire's fight for redemption]. I just wanted to let you know that it's already out. Please do me a favor and check it out. Just like I'd communicated, some of the unanswered questions will be answered in the sequel. You'll also still get to see glimpses of the characters from this book.

“The way he grabbed you, the way he was in your face, the bags, your dripping hair, all of it! Someone caught the whole thing. It’s on Gossip Grind, ShadeRoom, everywhere! Three million views in two hours, Lucy!” I nearly drop my phone. “Wait. WHAT?! We’re not even dating! What the fuck is going on?” “Oh my God, Lucy,” she shrieks. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your neighbor is Rhett Lawson?!” “Who the hell is Rhett Lawson?!” “A famous hockey star. He's in the NHL, like one of the best of all time!” Freya cackles. My eyes widen. “People are calling the whole thing a lover’s spat. Oh my God—THREE MILLION VIEWS IN TWO HOURS! And the title?” She clears her throat dramatically. “‘Hockey Star

"The university boosters are watching your personal life closely this season, Hayes. We have scouts from the NHL flying in for the Stanford game next month. The athletic board is already hyperventilating about the family name, and I cannot afford a massive scandal breaking apart my crew. You are the captain of this team. Do you know what that means?" "It means I score goals and keep the defense tight," I said flatly, leaning my hip against the edge of his filing cabinet. "My personal business doesn't affect my game. I'm on the ice six days a week, and I'm playing harder than anyone else on this roster. What I do outside the rink is my own damn problem."

Luca POV The crowd was so loud I could feel it in my chest before I even stepped onto the ice. Twenty thousand people packed into the United Center, all of them screaming. Banners waving. Lights cutting through the smoke above the rink. The Chicago Phantoms versus the Boston Bruins, Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Finals. The kind of night that ended careers or made them. The kind of night that got replayed in highlight reels and locker room speeches for the next decade. And I was already bleeding.

"The pixie cut suits you. Makes you look fierce. And after everything with Ryan? Good for you for moving on. You deserve better than that guy." I smiled, taking a sip of water. "Thanks. It feels good to finally do something for me. No more waiting around for someone to choose me." He nodded with eyes sparkling. "That's the spirit. On the ice we always say the best players are the ones who create their own chances. Sounds like you're doing the same off the ice." The conversation flowed easy. He told me how he got into the winger position in the first place.

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.