The Hockey Star's Remorse Novels & Stories

"Ethan and his old man ruined it the second they decided the game wasn't enough for them. You just turned the lights on. You shouldn't blame yourself for their mess." "I'm sorry," I whispered. The words had been stuck in my throat for days. "I’m sorry for the way I handled it. I’m sorry I didn't tell you what I was doing. I’m sorry the season is dead." Jax sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Avery, look at me." I raised my eyes. "My name is cleared," he said quietly. "For the first time in two years, I can walk into a rink without people whispering that I’m a criminal. You gave me that back. You think I care about a cancelled tournament compared to that?"

“Every morning skate, every late night in the gym, every hit I’ve taken. Hockey isn’t just what I do — it’s who I am. If I lose that… who the hell am I supposed to be? Just some guy sitting in this big empty penthouse with nothing?” My heart ached so deeply for him. I rose up and carefully sat beside him on the couch, pulling him into my arms as best I could without hurting his knee. He turned toward me and buried his face in my neck, his big frame trembling slightly with the force of emotions he’d been holding back for weeks.

I nod quickly. “Rhett,” she sighs. “What’s going on with you? Should I cancel the meeting?” “I said I’m fine,” I bite out, jaw tight. My voice harsher than I intended. “I’m sorry,” she says softly, hurt showing in her tone. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… stressed.” When I step out before the sea of my fans, my heart swells. Hockey was never supposed to be my life, but somehow it became a world I built for myself. Today’s meeting is only to apologize for collapsing in yesterday’s game, and their support is overwhelming, almost blinding.

She was probably berating herself for the thoughtless comment about basketball practice, for forgetting about the scandal that had cost him his position on the team. "Oh God, Liam," she said, her voice thick with remorse. "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about... I can't believe I said that. I'm such an idiot." The pain in her voice made Liam want to reassure her to tell her that it was okay, that her memory lapse was understandable given everything that had happened between them. But he couldn't afford to show her kindness now. He had to maintain the cold, cruel persona he had created, and he had to keep pushing her away no matter how much it hurt them both.

Immediately, I pulled us out of the curious crowd and their questions, into the restroom. I shut the door behind us. “Ow, is your hand made of metal?” “You should be glad I took it out on you. So why are you here? To stalk me?” He straightened his perfectly beautiful sweat shirt and looked at me. “Excuse you. Should I remind you that we were just outside a few minutes ago? And like everyone knows—including you—I’m a hockey star. So I have other things to do than stalk someone.” I didn't believe him one bit.I laughed, and he just looked at me like I was crazy.

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

It was my mission now to ensure she had one and I would do what I could to make it so even though she was being unreasonably emotional and naive about what was going on. The bar man came around. "Gentlemen, I am afraid you'd have to leave my bar. You have broken the rules." "Are you blind?" I asked. " Didn't you see him stand from his chair and assault me just now?" He cleared his throat. " Sorry about that. Evans you'll have to leave or I am calling the cops. I don't think that would be good for your hockey image." Evans muttered an inaudible curse and let go of me.

"The article claims Aaron was throwing a tantrum over contract disputes. But the truth is, the Blizzard community foundation just finalized the purchase of a new youth hockey rink in South Chicago yesterday morning. Aaron is the primary donor." I looked directly at Marcus. "Toby, pull up the arena tracking logs from yesterday’s skate. Aaron wasn't ignoring lines; he was testing a modified titanium blade prototype that the equipment manager logged into the system at 1:15 PM. He slammed his stick because the composite flex was misaligned a standard performance frustration. I want the technical log emailed to the sports editor at ‘The Slate’ within ten minutes. Then, I’m calling the journalist

How shameless could Mike be, everyone’s face held the same look- disbelief, he didn’t look like the confident guy on campus. “Mike” I hiss “there’s no need for this” I didn’t want Knox to get into trouble because of me. For a second, I thought Knox might actually get dragged out. But the moment they reached him— One of them angles his head “Knox Tatum?” A grin lights his face. The other nodded respectfully. “Good evening, I'm a big fan. You want us to handle this?” Howdid I forget, Knox was a fast-rising hockey player, very popular for winning all his games.

"You are! You said that I should abort it cause you won't be giving any support! So what are you doing here? Huh!? This is all your fault! You're nothing but a cruel and unrepentant individual! All you want to do is to hurt people! You're Remorseless!" "Don't say that..." He said and lowered his head. "Leave, please." "What do you want me to do? I'll do everything so that you can forgive me." "You will do everything?" "Yes." "Forgive everyone and don't bother me, EVER." "I-I..." He was hesitant from what he's about to say, so he brought up a different answer "Is that what you really want? Be honest with me, Carolina." "Yes," I said trying to stop myself from being emotional "Leave."