The Hockey Star's Remorse Novels & Stories

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

"I can't look at you. I feel sorry for everything I have done for you. I'm ashamed of myself." As he opens up the past, it brings back memories of how he chastised me. But the pain was not there anymore. It was as if the thorn that was stuck in my heart years ago was now plucked out without my knowledge. *** The plane touched down in Canada but as soon as we descended the stairs, Ronan halted when his phone rang. He gestured to us to go down first. We waited for him until my car arrived in front of us, driven by Ronan's employee.

Like I said I started to slowly move back to the ice, and he did the best job being my coach, telling my ass that it was fine anytime I fucked up I lost two games, and it felt like the world was against me, but he was always there cheering me up At some point in my life I really did felt like a failure, and Leo gaze always hovers around my head anything I felt that way He in person was always here at my every game, I knew he was laughing at me that why I didn’t retire like he did back in high school and quit hockey, but I love hockey I…. “Am sorry…” After the second fuck up, I gathered my teammates and apologize the hell out of my life, but no apology felt enough to be able to clear my shit…

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

**Chapter 127: Career’s End** Callan’s injury was worse than the doctors first thought. The bullet had torn through muscle and damaged nerves already weakened by his old career-ending hit from years before. The prognosis was delivered with careful professionalism in the safe house infirmary room, but the meaning was brutally clear: he might never play hockey at a professional level again. The league had offered him a graceful retirement package laced with public sympathy and restored benefits, but the dream he had fought for his entire life—the ice, the roar of the crowd, the identity forged in every shift and every battle—was over.

I broke into fresh tears, sobbing hard. "...You kept me a secret, now that you brought home the trophy," I eyed the golden trophy at the center of the stage, "you suddenly remember that I am wolfless?" Something shifted in his gaze, like a flicker of remorse. I waited as seconds rolled by, for him to admit his mistake. Tell me this was just some silly joke... Instead, he looked at me with a little guilt in his eyes... And then he looked away. Maybe he could finally see through his mistakes...

Caleb looked down, his expression filled with remorse. “I know, Gorgeous. I messed up and I’m sorry. I was so desperate to get back into the game, to prove to myself and everyone else that I could still play. But I realize now that I let my impatience and big-ass ego get the better of me. I shouldn’t have taken that chance.” I softened in his hands, realizing the weight of his words. I understood his passion for the sport, but I also knew how much he meant to me. I squeezed his hands back, offering him a small smile.

"I should never have trusted you. You have no single remorse for what you did." What? If he was suffering then he had himself to blame because he gave me no listening ears when I tried to explain myself and he shot Carl whose crime was to help me escape Sparrow and here he was talking about remorse. "So is this about remorse? You want me to beg you and say how sorry I am?" My voice had gotten louder and angrier but he didn't seem fazed by it. "Guess what, I'm not sorry. The only thing I'm sorry for was falling..." I cut myself short realizing the words that were about falling from my mouth. I bit my lips hissing inwardly at myself while Angel's eyes flashed with curiosity.

“You haven't told me what she did to you.” “She and my dad planned to kill Elsa, even after sending Elsa away so I'd never be with her.” I gnash my teeth painfully as I remember this. Their plans. Their strategies to hurt the woman I love. I had to rise and declare that it would never happen. And to do this, I murdered Vanessa making it look like suicide. Of course I never hoped for this to be uncovered but as it has been uncovered, I'll have to be strong as a man. My Hockey career is already under jeopardy, it's been a good three years and I'm done with college. I wanted to be the first young Alpha to play in the NHL but who will wipe off this big, murderous scandal off my name.

I couldn’t shake the memory of Ella’s tears as I pushed through the biting wind toward the rink. The disaster at Thanksgiving hung refused to leave my mind, but I swear, I had to stay focused. Aaron had drilled it into my head—hockey first. Arthur was counting on me to fuck up big time. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.