Romance Books About Hockey Players の小説・ストーリー

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

Another two hours go by before he realizes Andre has fallen asleep, his notebook fallen on the floor, the book he was supposed to be annotating has a page bent in half as it's smushed between his chest and the mattress. This guy he’s lucky he’s an insanely talented hockey player because he’s hopeless and Dylan is hopeless too because by the time he finishes cleaning up both his and Andre’s study materials, he realizes that these feelings in his heart have nearly quintupled in size. And he doesn’t know if they’re ever going to stop.

"Am I? Or are you just mad that she's smiling with me instead of running back to you?" The rivalry between them was so charged it could be cut with a knife. Kai's hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to drag me away. Asher stayed relaxed, but his body was tense, ready for whatever came next. I was trapped between two powerful, jealous hockey players who both wanted me in very different ways. And I had no idea how to get out of it. Kai's dark eyes bored into mine, the captain's authority mixing with raw jealousy. "Isla, come here. Now."

Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked. By morning, the morning paper arrived and you won't believe the headlines : “STAR HOCKEY PLAYER ACCEPTS GIRLFRIEND'S PREGNANCY.” Someone should just kill me.

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

When the food came, it was incredible—avocado toast with poached eggs, fresh fruit, and some kind of pastry that melted in my mouth. "So," Paloma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Tell me about yourself. What's it like dating a famous hockey player? Is it as glamorous as everyone thinks?" I laughed, almost choking on my coffee. "Glamorous? Not exactly. More like chaotic and complicated and occasionally terrifying." "Terrifying?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "The attention," I explained. "The cameras. The fans. Everyone having opinions about your relationship. It's a lot."

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.