Romance Hockey Books Novels & Stories

Splashing water on her face, she smoothed her hair, pulse racing. The door clicked open, Henry's voice calling her name. She forced a smile, the taste of Alex's cum lingering on her tongue, her body still humming with forbidden heat. Their secret burned brighter, promising more stolen nights.

“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.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

He looked far too pleased with himself as I leaned closer, and for a second everything else disappeared again. I was just about to close the distance when the door suddenly burst open. “Malakai!” I jumped back so quickly that I nearly hit the chair. “What the—” A wave of voices flooded the room, followed by several pairs of shoes against the floor. I cursed under my breath and turned toward the doorway. The entire hockey team seemed to have decided that now was the perfect time to invade the hospital room. Ronan was the first one through. “Bro!” He rushed straight toward Malakai's bed, nearly knocking over a chair in the process.

As I stepped away from her she turned over her shoulder and gave me a smile that could light up the whole space and I swear I fell a little for the little minx at that moment. The thought just entered my mind but I already knew the outcome couldn't possibly be good for me. Because when someone hated something with a passion that wouldn't change because of one person. And we all knew Valentina hated hockey and she wouldn't stop hating it because of me. I also still had to discover the reason behind all that hate. But one way or another, she wasn't willing to accept hockey wholeheartedly, and I wasn't willing to give up hockey. Guess you could say my love was doomed from the start. Or was it?

Why not just do it now? I sighed loudly and started. “Well, it's not as crazy as yours. Some of us didn't join gangs.” I said sarcastically. “You wound me.” “Yeah. Err, I used to have this boyfriend earlier in college. He was….is a hockey player too. I really liked him then. Though he felt the same way about me. It turned out that he was with me basically because of a bet. Cliche right?” I laughed at my own joke. But nothing seemed funny to Liam because his face was witching up from what I could see here.

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

I shake my head, grabbing one of my romance novels on the floor. “No, I'm not attending.” My voice is sharper than I intended. “Yes, you are,” She protests. I slowly tilt my head up to meet her gaze. “Why?” I know she's a big fan of hockey and that's probably because her brother is a player. “A lot of reasons, Cassie.” She squeals. “One?” I raise a finger. “Knox’s team is celebrating that night too.” She grins widely like a kid. My stomach flips at the mention of Knox. He doesn't want me to attend the party with how he had reacted in the lab earlier.

“You might fall recklessly in love with me.” Her eyes narrow. Her jaw clenches as she strides toward me, stabbing her index finger at my chest. “Listen to me,” she hisses. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but being a hockey star in the NHL isn’t enough to make me fall for you. So get that fantasy out of your oversized head.” “Ohh,” I grin wider, loving how worked up she is. “I don’t think you’ll fall for me, Lucy. I know you will. And I’m just saving you the heartbreak of falling for someone who’ll never feel the same way.”

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”