Puck Puckerman Mga Nobela at Kwento

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

"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." Puck-bunny. Homewrecker. Manipulator. Let's pretend that I do know what the word puck-bunny means. I already have a label— a dozen labels— on my back barely one week into resumption. I stared at the video loop as it restarted, watching myself look so small and trapped between the two look-alike brothers. These people didn't know the truth. They didn't know about Caleb's disgusting behavior, or the fact that I was completely broke, or the fake

The sound of sticks clacking fills the air, sneakers squeaking as everyone moves in quick bursts. And then there’s Rook, running his mouth nonstop. “Is that all you got, Mercer?” “You call that a shot?” “You getting tired already, old man?” I groan, intercepting a pass before shoving forward, aiming straight for the net, but before I can get a clean shot off, Rook steps in my way, knocking my stick just enough to throw me off. I glare as the puck skids off to the side. “You bastard.” Rook just grins. “You love it.”

“It's going to be fine. You've got me, and Jackson's just being Jackson. It's not new that you two bicker. Settle it tonight, yeah? He loves you.” I wanted to believe her. But as I stared at the crowded front porch, at the glimpse of a hockey stick logo on someone's jacket, something strange settled in my chest. The hockey team was here. “June…he is here?” I asked, a frown settling on my face. “He is— I am sorry I didn't inform you. I knew you weren't going to bulge. But I am here, Imani.” And he was here. Nicolas Jamieson— the famous hockey player.

“I’m in. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Marcus started strong. “Never have I ever scored on my own goalie during practice.” A couple of rookies drank and laughter followed. Big Mike went next looking directly at Marcus as she spoke. “Never have I ever hooked up with a puck bunny in the arena parking lot.” Half the table drank, including Marcus, who took his shot with pride. It was Raphael's turn next. He leaned back, thinking for a second before smirking. “Never have I ever turned down a threesome.”

I throw the puck up. "Yes." And he catches it. "But you still gawked at him just a few minutes ago." "And I also couldn't stop thinking of the ghostface or how I enjoyed being fucked by him." "Jesus Christ, Ash. When did your straight ass become curved?" I chuckle at that, and he throws the puck. "My mom will kill me." "And burn you. Then ghostface. Then Remington." "I tried watching gay p**n but I didn't like it. My body didn't even give any reaction" I say like it should justify that I'm not gay. That there's a glitch in my system.

he said, trying to play it cool. “If you promise to put it back on,” Ruby said, wrinkling her nose as she threw his shirt back across the table. Parker slipped it back on, but now had no idea what to say, or do. He took a sip of his coffee, as if nothing unusual had happened, then turned to Ruby’s friend. “I know a lot of people in town, but I don’t remember you.” He paused, taking in her spiky black hair. She was attractive in a hipster kind of way. “I’m Parker Loveland.”

Jeez, no pressure or anything. While Puck was kind of a weirdo, an outcast, he had a way with ladies. He was definitely a fairy that wouldn’t be settling down, not when he could have his pick of so many eligible females on the island. He was overly tall, far too skinny. Awkward and clumsy. Weird shaped nose and his hair was always a total mess. But apparently, irresistible. He’d spent years trying to give Liam advice, who knows if it did anything. I could count on one hand how many females I knew for sure Liam had been with.

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.

Parker’s pack was heavy on muscle. There was one more person there: the vampire, Charlie Fenwick. He’d been in the fight the other night, and Adam, the Kimball shaman, had shown me his picture before that so I’d know who he was. It was hard to believe he wielded any real power or authority; he looked like someone’s freckle-faced teenage kid, and the blue hoodie and jeans he was wearing didn’t help. And checkered high-top Converse, gods help us all. Dor moved to his side immediately, taking up a station at his shoulder and leaning casually against a tree.