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For several moments, Riven said nothing. Then I heard him slowly exhale. "My uncle at the NHL board told me Zayden has already been shortlisted by the NHL." Every trace of amusement vanished from my face, alongside the satisfaction of watching Ronan’s wild goose chase. "The top leagues already know about him. They'll do everything they can to poach the guy the NHL wants." My chest tightened violently. A wave of rage surged through me, instantly washing away every ounce of satisfaction I'd felt only moments earlier. The NHL?

Her brother was staring at Hunter Callum with the expression of someone whose entire personality had just been called into question by reality. "You're—" Ethan started. "We're late," Maya said immediately. "But he's—" "Ethan." Hunter looked at Ethan with something that might have been amusement. "Big fan?" Ethan opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You scored a hat trick against Vancouver in 2022," he said finally, with the gravity of someone reciting scripture. "From center ice. With eleven seconds left." Hunter nodded once. "Good game." Ethan looked like he needed to sit down.

My plans for the year were already rolled out, I just hope I would get to achieve all of them. A bit sad 'cause my contract with Ian would be coming to an end in the next one month. Anyways, whatever it might be, one sure thing was I would be fine at the end. As for my new book, it was coming together beautifully. I haven't chosen a name yet but I have written close to thirty something chapters already. As I had earlier planned, a hockey romance book with a contract relationship trope and some dark sexy stuff. Here was my blurb: 'Sloane Mercer, a visual artist agrees to a contractual relationship with a hockey star, Gavin King for just three months. This no strings entanglement was supposed

“This is just my equipment room.” “Just?” I walked closer to the stuff. I don't want to film with my phone. I'd rather use my camera which I didn't come with. So next time. I typed into my notepad again: He got a spot dedicated to his hockey materials. Extremely organized and neat. I smiled, staring at the photograph. I noticed a book shelf. They're not books related to hockey. “Wait, so you read?” “Yeah. I read novels and books when I'm tired of scrolling.”

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But the light was too dim now. “Maybe it’s just a reflection,” I whispered. “Or I’m just tired.” I decided not to think too much of it. Locked the studio and went to catch up with Lina. *** The hockey arena was packed. Cheers from the crowd, the sound of bells, spinning lights—everything made the atmosphere electric. Lina and I sat in the front row, the perfect spot to watch the match. And honestly... it was my first time watching a national hockey game live. “This is insane,” I murmured. “I’ve never been this close to the rink before.”

"What do you mean?" "The guy is a walk-over, Teo. I'm just playing him," I said smoothly, taking another sip of my drink. "He's the department's top student, right? I needed my macroeconomics grades up so coach wouldn't bench me before the NHL scouts show up. So I made a move." "A move?" Teo repeated, leaning closer to hear me over the bass. "Like what?" "Let's just say I found out a little secret about our golden boy," I chuckled, tapping the edge of my cup. "Nathan is gay. Fully in the closet and completely terrified of anyone finding out."

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

The bookstore was exactly how she had imagined it: floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with stories that smelled of aged paper and binding glue, the sunlight streaming in through the front windows to illuminate the floating dust motes like tiny diamonds. It had been six months since Jax had officially retired from the NHL. The transition had been smoother than either of them had dared to hope. While the sports world had mourned the loss of "The Glacier," Jax had traded his pads and helmet for a life of quiet stability. He was currently in the back of the shop, kneeling on the floor as he organized a shipment of new hardcovers, his movements efficient and his focus absolute. "You’re going to give

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.