Puck Novels & Stories

POV: Ray I saw it during the water break. We were forty minutes into practice, full pads, defensive sequences that required everyone to think and move at the same time, and I was finally in my body the way I needed to be, the ice clean under my blades, the cold sharp in my lungs, the familiar logic of the game filling up the parts of my head that had been running other calculations since six in the morning. For forty minutes I was just a hockey player. Nothing else required. Then the whistle blew for water and Derek pulled out his phone before his helmet was fully off, the way Derek always did, addicted to the thirty-second check that was never thirty seconds, and I heard him make a sound. N

I took a black hockey puck, slapped an orange sensor onto the center of it, and stood exactly four feet away from Jaxson. "I am going to drop this puck," I told him. "You will not use your hands. You will simply point your finger at the exact spot where the puck contacts the floor the moment you hear the sound. Do you understand?" "Sounds easy enough," his voice rattled through the helmet's cage. "We shall see." I held the puck at chest level. Jaxson shifted his stance, his large body going completely still, his posture coiled like a spring. I dropped it.

“This is for your locker. Change into your uniform then head for the tinted glass door on the far right. Someone will show you the ropes here.” After knocking three times without hearing any reply Ava opens the door. Shock washes over her seeing the room in shambles. Papers were lying on the floor . The desk lamp was twitching and the pen holder was knocked over. It was a mess. She heads for the empty swivel chair to somehow gather clues. As if on cue something caught her eye. It was a miniature wooden sculpture of a naked woman. With green leaves as hair and pink flowers blooming within them. Hands dangling in the air like branches and feet planted on the ground like roots as grasses sett

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

We’ll fucking show them. I glide forward and receive the puck from Atlas and take a shot towards my left where Calli manages to get it. He’s burled out of the way upon contact and being slammed by a huge fella from the opposing team. Nice to see we’re only a few minutes in and already the play is turning dirty.

Just like that her top fell down to her waist, exposing her two large breasts, nipples and all. Nicholas, who hadn’t noticed, returned the ball as he had for the past ten minutes. In fact, the ball had been hit so near the net, that Nicholas jumped up, put all of his effort in his arms, and spiked the ball straight back over. Julian, however, completely froze. His eyes were wide and locked on Bridget’s bare breasts. The spiked ball, smashed straight into the top of his head. It bounced backwards, beyond the out of bounds line, where it bounced a few more times before rolling to a stop in the sand.

Liam teases her. She smiles but says nothing while setting the puck down. I suddenly get nervous at what she is planning to do. She closes her eyes and opens them, looking up at Liam who is leaned over the table with his hand on his mallet, having no idea this girl is about to pull some voodoo shit on his ass. She slowly forms and O with her lips and blows out gently, as if trying to blow a bubble and the puck shoots across the table and right into the goal Liams jaw drops for a split moment.

he growled, now sliding one of his fingers into my entrance while still fucking me hard. I let out a loud cry, “You're injuring me, Cruz…please stop,” I begged, but he didn't stop. He continued to bounce on me, thrusting deeper into me, ensuring that his entire length went into me. He has the longest dick I've seen so far, forcing it all into me is the worse torture I could have imagined. Due to the constant thrust, and the bed banging against the wall, the big glass frame on the wall suddenly fell to the ground causing it to shatter all over the floor like shards of seeds.

His eyes darted between Mikala and me, as if asking who I was and what I was doing in his home. “Puck, this is Samantha. She is the King's fated mate and the future Luna of our pack.” Puck’s eyes widened in regret, as if he had done something wrong, and he bent his head down, staring at his feet. Mikala smiled and looked at him. “He’s sorry if he acted rudely.” “Oh… it’s fine.” Puck looked up at me and smiled before heading out. It occurred to me that he didn’t speak to me but used actions instead.

he said taking a sip from his cup, impatiently trying to to talk as he drops the juice. "You've got trust issue, don't you?" The man said pulling his glass case from his briefcase. It had another pair in it, but the one as different, it had round goggles with a thin frame, a little noticeably less thicker than the one he had on, it seemed not so new, Tom could tell he used them interchangeably "No, you don't have to fill that part, its official." " I'm done, all filled" Tom said examining the last part of the document"