Novel & Cerita The Hockey Star's Remorse

She had stayed behind her professional growth refusing to acknowledge that they were anything more than an interview subject and a reporter. The possessive fury returned, hotter this time. He wasn't just Julian Vane, the hockey star. He was the boy who had loved her when they had nothing. And he wasn't ready to let her go, not when she was carrying a version of the truth that made him out to be a monster. He slammed his fist against the marble wall, the dull thud echoing through the corridor. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the suffocating pressure in his chest. He needed to find her. He needed to make her listen and understand that she was at fault too..

he chuckled “It happened in Highschool, I had a terrible fall during one of my practice. It's one of the worst hits of my life. I went through twelve stitches and I thought it was going to be the end of hockey for me." I stared at the mark, my chest tightening. He had said it so casually, like it wasn’t a big deal, but I could feel the weight of his words. “And you know what people said?” he continued. “That I was reckless and that I was never going to play again. I let those words eat me up, Hazel. I let them define me that I didn't play for over a year.” He shifted closer again, his eyes piercing into me. “But a scar doesn’t ruin you, it proves you survived.”

"I'm trying to remind myself of what I lost. I'm trying to remember why I need to keep breathing, even though I don't deserve to." He looked down at his hands—the hands that had held the gun. He curled them into fists, pressing them against his eyes. "I'm sorry, Remy," he choked out. "Goddess, I am so sorry. I would tear my own heart out if I thought it would fix this." "Sorry doesn't fix the trauma," I said coldly, though my own heart was breaking in two. "And it doesn't fix the fact that I can't even look at you without flinching."

I knew little about hockey, but from his tone, that title wasn't something to be proud of. “You can leave now, bitch,” he continued, and my ears rang. Bitch?! “I’m not involved in whatever fantasy you've built up in your head. Leave," the asshole grunted. Standing there, his words replaying in my head, my humiliation evaporated so fast it deserved applause. Anger stepped in beautifully. “Okay,” I said slowly. “First of all, I already apologized.” I tried to retain my decorum. But he wasn't making it easier as he rolled his eyes.

Fidelis smiles at the baby blowing him a kiss, and drops the baby in my arms and turns to a grieving father and husband. “Hit me! I deserve your wrath. What I’ve done in the past was unforgivable. I'm deeply sorry for my actions but remorse isn’t enough to make the hurt go away.” “If you’re remorsed then don’t cross paths with me or my son ever again, not now and not in the future.” “You would have to be convincing to do that.” “What?..”

"The list was random. W-We don't know how Mr. Harding was included." Gabriella immediately saw through his guilty conscience and threatened him with the gun, "Say that again." Kenny immediately dropped to his knees and begged for mercy. He pointed at Freddie and said, "Mr. Morgan told us that this person looked very similar to his enemy, and he wanted to use him in the final game to vent his anger." Freddie was so scared that he fell to his knees. "Ms. Rutherfurd, he's talking nonsense! Please don't believe him! How could I possibly hate Mr. Harding?"

He nods, his way of saying that it’s fine for me to speak. “Thanks for granting me an opportunity to make my case,” I unclench my fists, remaining calm and level headed. “Last week, five packs of red devil were found in my bag. While I maintain that I had nothing to do with the illegal substances, I’m here today appealing the ‘Just Cause’ clause. As a hockey athlete under the California Omega hockey team, I never violated the terms of my contract. A drug case such as this one isn’t enough ground for dismissal, and so I ask that you rescind my expulsion from the team.” “And how do you intend to atone for the distress you put your team through?” the she-wolf arches a brow and for a terse momen

“Dad, I didn’t…Coach said the risk was too much. If I played, I may be out all season and I couldn’t ... .it's…uh…” Fuck. How could one’s parents reduce someone to a stuttering nonce like this? So this was the infamous Easton Carter, the retired NHL star who I thought gave Noah every shine he had in school. Seeing this side made me wonder if the grass wasn’t as green on Noah’s side as I thought it was. My heart twisted for his sake and I wanted to storm over there and introduce that prick to my knuckles, but I knew Noah would hate me more if I stuck my nose in his shit or intruded in an embarrassing moment like this. So I stayed put, teeth grinding as I watched this train wreck unfold.

“Actually, I came to see if you needed someone to keep you humble.” He smirked. “When it comes to hockey, no one can keep me humble but I appreciate the effort.” There was a beat where he just looked at me, like he was wondering whether to say something else. Then he just gave me that crooked grin again and disappeared through the doors. That night, I sat at my desk trying to study, but my focus was shot. My notes blurred, my pen hovered uselessly over the page, and my mind kept drifting back to the rink.

When I refused, he'd made good on his threat. No more family names. No more trust fund. No more hockey scholarship, apparently, having a "controversial family situation" made me a liability to the team's reputation. No more anything except the clothes on my back and whatever dignity I could salvage. But I regretted nothing. Mike's Auto Repair was already busy when I arrived, despite the early hour. I clocked in and got to work on a transmission repair, letting the familiar routine clear my head. Under the hood of a broken-down Honda, I didn't have to think about reporters or scandals or the fact that my father had changed the locks on the only home I'd ever known.