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“This person—they made me do stupid things, made me act like I was crazy, made me lose myself, my sense of duty—everything. And now, I don’t even know, but I was sure I transferred all those feelings—the love, the like. I had transferred them all to them, and I didn’t even realize it. Until… I did.” “Who?” he asked. I paused, thinking for a while. “Skyler Gale. A notorious criminal disguised as a hockey player who came here for my heart and pack.” I turned to him briefly, and he smiled. “I don’t want to like you. It would cost me a lot.” “I don’t want you to,” he responded, looking at me, my gaze holding his. “It’s late. So fucking late.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

“You don’t have to be great at it. You just… let people in, little by little. On your terms.” Something in his voice made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to laugh it off. “Careful, Michaels. You’re starting to sound like one of those broody romance novel heroes.” His lips twitched. “Do those guys play hockey?” “Not usually,” I said, grateful for the lighter turn. “They’re usually running through fields in the rain, confessing their undying love.” “I could do that,” he deadpanned. “But I’d probably slip on the ice and take you down with me.”

KAIDA’S POV Hockey players are known for their hotness and handsome faces, but their personalities and love-lives are nothing to write home about. It’d be almost impossible to find a hockey player who is responsible and doesn’t cheat on their women. They are rare. 99% of hockey players are playboys. And the number one on the list was Maverick and number two goes to Liam. The two men in my life. Liam, my Ex-boyfriend of two years, cheated on me with his childhood best friend and Maverick?

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

Inside, the VIP area, it was louder, more chaotic and there were luxury drinks everywhere. There was a group of men looking so fly, amongst them was a man who wore an expensive fur-robe. He had male-strippers around him. "Rally! Didn't think you'd be here tonight" Elliot called, smirking. "Are you kidding me? This is my home." Rally laughed loudly. He stood up and pulled Elliot into a brotherly hug. Then his eyes shifted, they landed on Nervous Jade. "Jade Riccio" "One of my favourite hockey player. You'll forever remain goated, my guy" Rally said with a grin and pulling Jade into a brotherly hug.

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?'"

I am still the captain of this ice. Two more rogues jumped onto the ice, their faces twisting into furious snarls. They did not like being embarrassed by a human. They charged at Holden at the same time, running fast across the wet surface. Holden did not freeze up. He used his sports training, shifting his weight and spinning to the left just as the first rogue lunged. The monster flew past him, sliding uselessly into the boards. Before the second rogue could grab him, Holden brought the hockey stick down hard, slamming the thick wooden blade right into the rogue’s knee.

“If I had my way that daughter of ours wouldn’t be dating until she is thirty-five.” “You forget we were young like that once and hot for each other.” “Petal, I’m still burning hot for you like wildfire. I’m lusting after that amazing body of yours as we speak, in between having palpitations over Nastia and that guy out there. What is he, a jock of some kind? I mean he’s big, right?” Madi chuckles. “He’s a hockey player, you know who that is. He’s the kid that everyone is talking about, Ranger. He’s from New York, he transferred schools for the programme here in Austin.”