Romans & histoires Romance Novels About Hockey Players

“People always reminded me who he was. The famous player. The handsome star. The man who could date anyone.” Her fingers twisted together. “They acted like I had won something when he wanted me.” I did not interrupt. “At first, it felt romantic. Then every disagreement became proof I was ungrateful. If he cancelled plans, I needed to understand because hockey came first. If I complained, he reminded me how many women would gladly accept my place.” Anger tightened in my chest. “He said that?” “Not always directly.” “That does not make it better.” “I know that now.” She looked at me.

I have one job, win this game. Mitchell skates past me, shoulder-checking me harder than necessary. “Nice punch, Hart,” he sneers. “Too bad your head’s not in the game.” I don’t look at him. I don’t react. I just keep skating. He hates that. Next shift, he tries again, a shove to my back, a slash to my stick, a muttered insult about my team. Still nothing. I’m not giving him the satisfaction. But then he says her name. “Hey, how’s your little ice princess? Lena, right? Shame, she got hurt. But maybe I can help her 'heal' up”

“Do what, sir?” “Get the men and women in love with you. Politicians, businessmen, mafias, and even pastors. They all want you. They're not watching hockey because they like the sport. They're watching it because they're in love with the player. Most of them even donate and invest their life savings just to be one of our biggest sponsors,” he paused, and slowly moved closer to me. “There must be something in your body. Something no one is aware of,” he concluded.

“Ugh, they graduated? Don’t you think a guy in your year might be better?” “Ryder… please? I’m begging here. Just hear me out.” He groaned. “For fuck’s sake, who is it? Gotta be someone I know, right?” Nora was quiet for a beat too long. “Yeah… they played hockey.” Ryder sighed again. “For fuck’s sake. I knew Connor and Drew were trying to hit on you. Which one is it?” Nora hesitated. “Yes.” “What do you mean, yes? Which one?”

I have known this girl since I arrived at kingsworth university, I met her when I was doing my registration, and from there we became study partners, we weren't really that close, not as close as friends are, we just study together. Nina was a nerd, she is very quiet, calm and very polite, I would have never imagined her doing something like this, even if someone told me she did, I wouldn't believe it. But here we are, the same Nina I wouldn't believe will do something like this, did it to me, all because of that jerk...Axel Wolfe. Does every girl in this damn university likes him? Cause seriously I am starting to believe I am the only one who hates hockey, and anyone associated to it.

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.

"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

My whole body froze when I looked up and saw a bunch of Westlake players towering over me. “That's enough,” a deep baritone voice came from behind the players, and they parted instinctively. My eyes were blurry as he stepped forward, and I could only see him when he leaned closer to me, stretching a hand towards me. “Come… let me help you up.” My heart started racing like crazy as I stared at his green eyes, and I squealed in my subconscious. THE CAPTAIN OF THE WESTLAKE HOCKEY TEAM, WAS STARING AT ME WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS.