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Noah POV The ice at the Chicago Wolves training center burned beneath my skates. Every stride, every pass, every shot demanded my full attention. If I slowed down for even a second, my thoughts would find Adrian. My team was counting on me. I did not want to let them down. Coach Harrison blew his whistle. Yelled at us to do it again. I pushed off hard. My skates cut into the ice. I got past a defenseman. I made a pass. Then I shot the puck into the corner. It hit the crossbar with a ping before going into the net.

Lila's Pov I didn’t slow down until I was halfway down the hall. My pulse was still kicking hard in my ears, and not because I’d just rushed out of class. Of all the ridiculous things Ryder could have said… his fake girlfriend? The nerve. The absolute nerve. I spotted Harper leaning against the lockers, scrolling on her phone. She looked up as soon as she saw me. “Finally,” she said. “What took you so long?” I yanked open my locker. “Your new favorite hockey boy.”

The dumb ass fucker she kissed in front of the entire crowd after that friendly match two weeks ago, right in front of my whole team. I hadn't forgiven her for it. Hadn't forgiven him either, honestly, though I'd told everyone including myself that I was over it, that it barely registered anymore, that Hailey Simmons wasn't worth a single second of my headspace. Turns out that was a lie too. "Well look who it is." Marcus grinned at our table like he'd won something just by walking through the door, his squad fanning out behind him like backup dancers. "Heard you got a new coach. Some washed up NHL reject, right?"

Riley observes, not looking up from her book but clearly following the conversation. Americus ignores our less than enthusiastic responses, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischievous energy that usually precedes her best stories. "You know what it's really like inside a proper hockey locker room? The energy, the constant chirping, the inside jokes that build up over entire seasons? The weird rituals and superstitions that don't make sense to outsiders but are sacred law to the players?" She pauses for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying having a captive audience.

he tried. I grunted as I took the coffee from his hand before he could offer it. He set the tablet down and slid a folder next to it. “Madison Pierce from Apex Media will be here by ten o’clock. Here’s her full profile and past articles attached.” I flipped it open and felt my jaw lock, it was just page after page of pouty selfies and clickbait headlines. Inside Zane Callahan’s Secret Love Life. Is the NHL’s Bad Boy Finally Tamed?

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

Kai and I sat on opposite ends of the plush sectional couch, the massive stone fireplace crackling between us, casting flickering shadows that danced across his sharp jawline and those hazel eyes that kept locking onto mine like magnets. Under the table during dinner, his bare foot had slid between my thighs, pressing up against my core through my leggings until I had to grip my fork so hard my knuckles turned white. "Pass the salt, Loe?" he'd asked innocently, his voice smooth as silk, while his toes curled just right, making me shift in my seat. I'd bitten my lip to keep from gasping, heat pooling low in my belly. Now, as Mom dealt out cards for some ridiculous game, his gaze promised payb

_*]: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