Puck Me Novels & Stories

It was a trial by fire, a relentless pursuit of excellence that demanded nothing less than my absolute best. Lost in my thoughts, the impact of the puck against my forehead snapped me back to the present. "FUCK," I muttered, the expletive slipping out before I could stop it. The sting against my skin was a stark reminder that I was in a whole new league, both literally and figuratively.

“Come to think of it, nothing beats picking pucks with an Alpha. Don’t you think?!” I didn’t respond. I moved further, getting away from his jerk-embedded personality. He followed me, not closely but behind me. “Alpha’s picking pucks,” he sang. “Picking pucks with Alpha.” He repeated it over and over again. I decided to just keep quiet until I finished this. I wouldn’t let his silliness put me in deeper shit than I already was. He was not going to drag a person of title like me into the mud. Minutes passed by as we picked the pucks. I decided to engage my mind with other things, especially the task ahead of me and the whole writing in that paper.

I turn the puck over one more time, slower now, and something cold and strange moves through my chest. Caspian carries a lucky puck. Has for years, apparently I overheard Riven mention it once in passing, something about how Beckett sleeps with it under his pillow, how no one's ever supposed to touch it or even acknowledge it exists because that's the kind of superstition that runs so deep it's become structural, load-bearing, the kind of thing you can't remove without something else collapsing. Under his pillow. I look down at the puck in my hand. Look at my bed. Look at the pillow I just pulled it out from under.

I can’t refuse her, I only have to be with her as a prerequisite to become the Alpha. I sigh finally in response. “Nothing serious.” I take the chance to think of what to come up with. Should I say pack duties, she will ask my dad and he will tell her I have none at the moment. “Zonal Hockey Meet. I’m gonna be meeting with the stars from other packs.” Silence spirals in. She’s got nothing to say. My lips twist in a fulfilled grin. “We will meet tomorrow.” I drop a fake promise. Excuses never finish. I can get another for her.

“It’s a chill spot. You need to unwind.” I shook my head, I had to go home and study, read ahead. I didn't have time for parties. And plus Gigi wouldn't be available to string along, what exactly would I go there to do? Ellis wasn’t buying it. “Zach, you’re going to combust if you don’t decompress. One drink, just one dance, and you can go back to your monk cave.” “I’m not a monk,” I muttered. He leaned against the locker beside mine. “Fine. You’re a business monk. Still counts.”

“Callahan! Quit showboating and run the power play again!” Knox laughed—actually laughed—and flicked the puck to a teammate so smoothly it looked choreographed. Then, because the universe clearly hated me, the puck took a weird bounce off the boards and rocketed straight toward the bleachers. Straight toward me. I had half a second to think, This is how I die, before it smacked the metal seat next to me with a sound like a gunshot. I yelped, jumped up, and promptly slipped on a rogue chunk of ice that had somehow migrated onto the floor. My arms windmilled. My dignity took a nosedive.

HOCKEY STAR: CADEN DUKE’S MYSTERY GIRL REVEALED. And below was a picture of Ava and me presenting, matched with the blurred image of the pool. My gaze shifted to Ava, who was now staring at her phone. Fuck me.

I sliced through a piece of toast, listening to the quiet, muted hum of the morning news playing softly on the built-in kitchen display across the room. Most athletes aren't morning people, but I liked to consider myself as one. This was my favourite part of each day. It was supposed to be my moment of peace, thirty minutes to one hour of pure peace before everyone and everything around me began to demand that I become Luca Devereaux, Captain of the Chicago Phantoms, the unshakeable, perfect face of professional hockey. My phone vibrated against the marble island. I paused, chewing slowly on a piece of bacon as I stared at the strange number.

Chapter one Serena’s pov “ ahhh ahhh, fuck me harder daddy, ” puck bunny one by my right. “ Oh that's so big I want it all inside me… ahh” puck bunny two by my left. House of Eve was packed tonight, and yet Collins said I would be missed… seems to me they would be just fine. Every room was filled with a puck bunny either having a dick choking them while another nigga fucked her from behind or being eaten out while fingering another bitch; for the men that love to watch the show.

His voice went an octave lower. “Enjoy what?” He chuckled. “Don't pretend, Rhys. How did it feel knowing you had some power over me? Did you like me watching you touching yourself? Did you think of me?” My cheeks were flaming hot and my heart thundered in my chest. “You're insane. I'll meet you at the rink by 3pm. Goodbye.” I hung up the call but the sound of his laughter followed me all the way to Professor's Mackey office.