The Hockey Star's Remorse Novels & Stories

At a version of myself I didn’t want to speak about until God knows when. “Don’t.” I muttered, and I even thought Harper hadn’t heard it until she let out a small sigh. “You still miss it. We both know you do.” I replied with a laugh, though it felt more empty than full of mirth. “No, I don’t.” “Lila.” “No, I do not miss hockey.” I said, my voice raising slightly. “I’m only doing this because I have no choice, and I have to do it properly.” I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. Not because that wasn’t what I wanted to say, but because of the tone I had used on her.

"Do you know the referee would’ve called it a foul? We would’ve been penalized. Your actions hurt the Northstars’ image. Don't give me bullshit about doing it to help us win." His eyes shifted. "I..." Without another word I placed the sole of my shoe over his hand on the floor. Then pressed down. Not enough to crush. Just enough to make him feel how quickly things can spiral if he kept lying. His face went pale. His breathing sped up. A strained hiss escaped as his fingers curled under my shoe. "If you still want to play hockey with those hands," I pressed a fraction more, "you better start talking." "Captain!" He roared. The fear broke and anger spilled out. "I'm your teammate, not him! I'm

"That was my career and I knew how much I had longed to get the offer. Like, it's the prayer answered for every hockey star and it is not something that one would not want to miss out." I could hear the conflict in my own voice. The way I was trying to justify what I'd done while also acknowledging that it had hurt her. That it had been selfish. "I am sorry about the decision that I took but then, I had to go to Bianca for a contract marriage which was expected to last just exactly when the contract elapsed." A contract marriage; that's all it was supposed to be. A business arrangement, something temporary that wouldn't matter once the hockey season was over.

A hockey star was a hockey star, and they all bled the same brand of arrogance. Except Derek had claimed Santiago never scented anyone. The viral photo of their kiss hadn't just blown up; it had detonated. If a ghost like Santiago Vega suddenly went public with a mate, the pack world would notice. Was he actually solitary, or just better at hiding the bodies? "I can’t fucking believe you!" The roar shattered the quiet of the Team Parking Zone. Derek Coleman wasn't just shouting; he was a walking landslide, storming toward the fence. He looked frayed, his Bobcats jersey damp with sweat and failure.

I implore, tears already streaming down my face as I grab him around the waist, trying to drag him away from Clarence. He feels so hard, with uncompromising corded lines of muscle. His skin feels hot under my touch, or maybe it’s my skin that is hot. He reaches back to pluck me off, but I hang tight. “Ci, please,” I beg him. “You’re going to get in trouble. They’ll kick you off the team.” I try to reason with him, since we all know that Hockey is his safe sport. “I own the fucking team,” he grunts and continues kicking.

The owner of the iPad, a freshman named Maya bit her lip and handed it over, mumbling, “Sorry, Professor Hayes. We were just…” “Distracted,” I finished for her, my tone flat. The screen was still playing when I took it. Rhett filled it completely, helmet off, hair damp with sweat, jaw tense under the bright rink lights. He was in his Callum Blades uniform, that black and silver. A sideline reporter leaned in with her mic, voice bright. “Rhett, this was your third game back after injury, and what a comeback! Tell us, how did it feel being back on the ice tonight?”

“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.

Leo The worst part about rebuilding a reputation was realizing that nobody actually cared about redemption as much as they claimed to, because the moment you gave people evidence that you were improving they immediately demanded more proof, more consistency, more perfection, and by the time Northridge entered the final stretch of the regular season I felt less like a hockey player fighting for his future and more like a science experiment being observed by people waiting to see whether I would succeed or self-destruct, which made every practice, every game, every interview, and every decision feel like another test that could either move me closer to the NHL or erase everything I had spent y

I ask, my voice rising with anger and hurt. “Yes,” Liam says, tears forming in his eyes. “But Luna, you have to understand when I learned that the ritual would actually kill you, I couldn’t go through with it. That’s when I started rebelling against my father.” “Is that why you were removed from the hockey team?” I ask. “Yes,” Liam confirms. “My father punished me for refusing to continue with the plan. He took away my funding and kicked me off the team to try to force me back into compliance.”

He was so angry that he clutched his chest as if he would have a heart attack at any moment. His fury was understandable, of course. He was the one who walked Nikita down the aisle at their wedding and handed her over to Spencer. He said to Spencer tearfully, "I trust you, Spencer. I trust that you'll give my daughter the love she deserves." What a cruel twist of fate. Who would have thought that he willingly handed his daughter over to the man who would hurt her the most? He was remorseful beyond imagination. How could he have made such a grave mistake? If only he had been more cautious, if only he observed Spencer for longer before agreeing to let him marry Nikita, she would not have gotte