Romance About Hockey Players Novels & Stories

He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was. “Oh,” I literally heard Ryder’s teasing tone from here. It was kind of scary how I’d gotten so used to hearing it, actually. “So it’s about your girlfriend.” “Not really.” Clint hissed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never really been into playing hockey from the beginning. The sport seems a bit too rough for me.” “Yes, it is rough,” Ryder admitted, “but it can’t be that bad.” “Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.”

he looked dazzling in his coach jacket as he instructed the players on the rink. My heart felt heavy at the sight of him, yet it still beat fast for him. I found myself smiling in his direction until the smile faded off my face at the sight of her. The players must have shielded her while moving on the rink... She was just by the side with the medical team. I found their gaze fixed on each other as they sent small smiles to each other. The rumors were everywhere about them hanging out together.. Most people say it’s for the alliance and some feel there’s something more to it..

They’d smiled at each other, and for a second, it looked like a fucking scene out of some teen romance movie, two star-crossed lovers reaching for the same book in a library, fingers brushing, eyes locking, hearts racing. I nearly lost it. And then Luke, one of my teammates, leaned over and muttered, "Damn. That girl looks like a sex doll with that hair." That was it. That was when I stood up and walked out. Because fuck that. A reporter cleared her throat, snapping me back to the present. Blonde, sharp-eyed, the type that got off on making people squirm. "Logan," she started, her smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "Hockey fans all over have been dying to know 'what’s your type?'"

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

​An hour later, he was waiting for me just outside the dining hall. ​"You sure took your time," he said as he walked over. ​"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. ​He took my hands in his, and I felt that strange warmth return. He led me toward the athlete's wing of the cafeteria, a territory I usually avoided like the plague. Ryan didn't stop until we reached the long table where the rest of the hockey team sat. ​The chatter died instantly. ​"Whoa, Cap," one of the guys, a massive defenseman named Miller, whistled low. "Since when do you do relationships? I thought you were 'married to the game.'"

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

He pulled me closer, kissing me slow and deep, pouring everything he couldn't say into it. Ryan watched for a moment, then joined—lips on my neck, hand stroking my hair. "We love you," he whispered. "More than anything." "I love you both," I said, voice thick. "So much it scares me sometimes." Roy smiled against my lips. "Good kind of scared." We stayed like that for a long time—talking softly, sharing pieces of our hearts we'd held back before. Fears about the future, dreams for after hockey, promises to face whatever came next side by side.

“When I first walked into that physio room, I thought I was just doing my job. But you… you became so much more. Every late-night conversation, every time you let me see the real you, every quiet moment like this… I fell harder than I ever thought possible.” Ronan cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing my cheeks. “I fought it so hard in the beginning,” he admitted, voice low and rough with emotion. “I told myself I didn’t need anyone. That I was better off alone. But you broke through every wall I had. And now? I can’t imagine going back to a life without you in it. You make me want forever, Ivy. Not just recovery. Not just hockey. Forever with you.” Tears glistened in my

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.