Taylor Hill Hockey Novels & Stories

The gym echoed with the sharp claps of hands and the rhythmic chants of the cheer squad. Coach Marcus Hale stood at the edge of the mat, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his polo shirt. At 35, he was the epitome of disciplined strength, muscles honed from years of football and now coaching. His dark hair was cropped short, and his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He scanned the group of girls, his eyes lingering a fraction too long on Emily, the captain of the cheerleaders.

I scrunch my nose as I read the headline. “NHL player Thatcher Hill comes out of New York Police station holding hands to Team’s Public Relations Tatum Reid,” I read and I scroll down to read the entire thing. This doesn’t make any sense. “What happened?” Richard asks as Dylan leans closer to me to read. Immediately, he whistles and shakes his head. “Fuck,” he lets out under his breath and when I raise my eyes to meet Jude’s, I can see the apology in his eyes. “What the fuck is going on?” Richard asks grabbing the phone from my hand and reading the headline. He frowns as he scrolls down and I grab my phone, pressing the call button to call Tatum. It goes straight to voice mail.

She isn’t supposed to be here. “What’s that got to do with you?” She shrugged my shoulder and walked past me. I chulked dryly. My eyes darted around and nothing looked different. I quickly set up the place and headed down to the arena. Today's game isn’t between the school teams. We have hockey players from another college— Fanghill College playing against the hockey players in the Mooncrest College. I've seen them practice a few times, and just from their practice section… I could see the improvement in the players. Damon actually does a good job training them

The couple in the corner leaned forward, their expressions curious. Jeffrey hunched lower in his seat, pulling his cap down further. "I'm not" he started. "I know you're not," the guy said, still grinning. "But you definitely are." Brielle watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed over her chest. She could see how uncomfortable he was, how desperately he was trying to disappear. But something about the situation felt like karma, like the universe had decided to pay him back for being an arrogant asshole this morning. "He's right," she called out, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "That is Jeffrey Kyler. Star player for," She paused, pretending to think. "The hockey team. You know the o

It was a call from Sylvia. "Caspian, I'm really sorry to bother you at this hour. But there's an emergency at Dragon's Hill!" she urgently spoke. "Get to the point!" Caspian glanced at Willow, who was still sound asleep. He answered in a lowered voice. "My informant just told me that Taylor has entered Dragon's Hill with over 500 special forces soldiers and an elderly man!" Sylvia replied anxiously.

Lia settled into the bleachers, her heart racing with excitement as she watched the boys compete on the ice. Tyler stood out, gliding effortlessly across the rink with a grace that left her in awe. It was as if he had been destined to play hockey from the moment he could skate. With each swift movement, he danced around his opponents, demonstrating a skill that took both Lia and the crowd by surprise, especially when he outmaneuvered Asher, a player known to be the king of hockey in Crestwood.

"You know this will help you gain your position back on the team really fast. You need to work harder if you want to prove yourself of being worthy." He's right, and I know it. Ever since we got in trouble, we've been working to get back to where we were before. The coach has been giving us a chance to redeem ourselves, but we have to show up and put in the effort. But right now, I just can't focus on hockey. My mind is too messed up thinking about Tara and this whole Jake situation. "I'm not going," I tell him again, my voice coming out harsher than I intended. "Just leave me alone about it."

“Uh—hi?” Johnson smirks. “Relax. We were just giving your boyfriend a hard time.” She blushes instantly. I shoot him a look. “Shut up, dude!.” She clears her throat. “I was just grabbing my books. I will just leave you guys to continue” “Its fine,” Johnson said quickly. “We will just leave you two to it. We are out to Taylor's house party.'” Taylor was the basketball team captain and all the athletes will be there with lots of girls and drinks but I won't dare choose that over the tutoring when my chance of going pro is in the line.

Naylor asked, staring into his eyes as though they held the answers. “So that was it.” Graeme Clough said, biting his lower lip. “Do not allow anyone to report this news about his death.” He stood up and straightened his shirt. “Why? Why not?” “Do so if you're prepared to lose another.” he shot back with a sardonic smile. The rapid clacking of the keyboard could be heard as Lloyd fought hard with the system server over information he desperately needed. However, after a few more trials, he finally got his hands on the information he required.

The fighters could do nothing but bob their heads in obedience when they heard him say that, keeping as quiet as they could. “Dad, we’re missing a procurement manager in South Hill Real Estate now that Miss Taylor has quit her job. What do we do?” Tanya added after she thought about it, “Besides, I’m afraid that it’ll turn awry for us if the Taylor family continues to be in charge of that project…”