Taylor Hill Hockey Novels & Stories

While we walked over to the arena, Tiffany explained to me that she wouldn’t normally put the other sports teams through such in-depth tests; since the hockey team was internationally renowned and would be trying out to compete in the Olympics next year, the president of the school allocated extra funding toward these tests just for the hockey team. When we arrived at the arena, the team was already there and performing drills. Enzo looked up when he saw Tiffany and I and came over. I blushed, keeping my gaze averted as I felt his cold gaze fix on me. I didn’t know how or when I would address what happened on Friday night -- or if I even wanted to bother. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us,”

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Not when I’d already fucked this up. The puck dropped again, and within seconds Marie Hill were passing between themselves. Before I could take it from them, it was too late. Baker fired another shot, It tore past our goalie and slammed the net again. By the time the horn sounded, the scoreboard glared at me: Kingston 1 — Marie Hill 5. The noise in the arena fractured into half cheers and half stunned groans. Marie Hill players high-fived each other, skating smugly toward their bench.

My thighs are sticky from my own pussy wetness. “Yeah, come get us in a couple of hours please, Dad that would be awesome. Er, could you drop Lacey off too afterwards? Hey, Harper you want to eat with us tonight?” Dylan’s such a sweetheart he knows my mother wouldn’t have gotten her ass up off the sofa to eat and my sister, Taylor has hockey practice tonight. She’s pretty good, they’re talking about putting her on the college programme, I keep everything crossed for her to get a sponsorship because our sorry asses cannot afford to send her away. “Sure, why not, thanks a lot. I’ll need to go check on my mamma first and make sure there is food for Taylor when she gets back in.”

And each year, they both compete for that precious opportunity, to represent HILL academy in high school hockey championships. It used to be two separate schools which belonged to the HILL brothers. Golden Hills and Upper Hills. However, the hill brothers decided to merge the two schools and made it one. Python belonged to Golden Hills while Hawkers belonged to the Upper Hills. That's why HILL academy has two senior hockey teams. And we're known for having the strongest hockey team in the region because of the stiff competition. I blow a deep breath, “As much as I don't want to accept it, yes.” I nod, responding to Ethan's question that he had asked earlier.

Woodhill University’s line up are as follows; Johanis, Ryan, Finn, Kael, Leon, Brooks. Across from them— Hillia Academy with Tavian at center, the player who fetched him earlier—tall, sharp-eyed—standing at wing. Three others I didn’t recognize. And their goalie. The air shifted. This wasn’t a practice anymore. This was a battle of pride. Lily leaned forward dramatically. “Okay. I’m unbiased. Completely neutral.” “You just threatened your uncle.” “Neutral with personality!” The referee stepped forward and then the puck dropped. And everything exploded into motion.

Brown in the doorway. Ms. Taylor was the other main object of fantasy for the school's male population. She was tall, black and extremely fit, having represented the nation on several occasions at hockey. Her legs were endless yet she still had enough curves to make me dizzy with desire. "Oh, hi Jake," she said seeing me and giving me a characteristically warm and sunny smile. Her hair was straight, shoulder length and pulled back in a pony tail. "Hello, Ms. Taylor. How are you?" I asked her, slightly flustered by her big brown eyes and the fresh lemony scent that seemed to follow her everywhere.

"I promise. Now come on, we're going to be late." We split up for our different classes, and the morning passes in the usual blur of lectures and note-taking. By the time lunch rolls around, I'm ready for a break. But as I'm packing up my things, Ty appears at my classroom door. "Hey." He leans against the frame. "You coming to the game today?" "Game?" "The hockey match. Home game against Westfield. It's this afternoon." He grins. "I'm the goalie. You have to come."