Will Smith Hockey Sister の小説・ストーリー

More brutal than the games I've played. I've faced Daniel Marrius before. It was a strong game, but I won. I don't think he'll let my ass go this time. A few months ago, I received a call from an unknown number, and he introduced himself. He said he will have me taken to the hospital when next we meet. I wondered why he suddenly hates me. I know the game of hockey can be brutal, but it's still a game. It isn't anymore for Daniel. The girl I hooked up with — the one who threatened me with being pregnant the day Chan saved me — was his sister. It came as a shock. Since then, I've been bracing myself for this fight. He said he would beat me up for breaking his sister's heart.

My father's voice was lethal, cold, and vibrating with an aristocratic fury that usually made corporate board members shake in their custom Italian shoes. "I'm enjoying a brisk autumn afternoon in Boston," I replied, checking my watch. "The clam chowder here is excellent. Highly recommend it." "Don't play games with me," Richard hissed. "Kavanagh just called me. He said you stormed a closed D1 practice, threatened a head coach, and dragged Evans off the ice. You are actively sabotaging your brother's NHL future."

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”

The hallway had needed to be cleared by staff. In the third story and this was the one that made my stomach tighten, Selene Ashford had slapped Damien Knight first. Unprovoked. Out of nowhere. Because she was unstable and had always been unstable and everyone at her last school knew it. I stood at my locker and processed all three stories and said nothing.

He probably would. Damon was the best hockey player our pack had ever produced. Everyone knew it. His teammates knew it, the fans knew it, the scouts knew it, and I knew it better than anyone else. Nobody knew my secret. Nobody knew how much I truly loved hockey. Most people assumed I didn’t care about sports at all, that I was too weak, too timid, and too Omega for something like that. But hockey was the one thing I genuinely loved, and

Smith said. “Hey, stop! Who is this lady with you, Smith?" Xavier ask as he withdrew his hands from Smith’s. Smith laughed, “Hey, she isn't a whore, as you might be thinking. That's my junior sister, men" he replied. “Oh, Damn it! My bad, she has grown soo big that I can't even recognize her anymore” he said… I stood there, angrily watching them talk and laugh like kids.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

"I know this is unusual, but I have an announcement to make." Murmurs ripple through the crowd. My teammates look at each other, confused. Even Brianna looks surprised. "I've been really down lately," I continue, and I let my eyes scan the crowd until they land on Summer. "My grades have been slipping. Hockey's been harder. Everything's been harder." The rink is completely silent now. Everyone's listening. "But I wouldn't be standing here right now if it wasn't for the encouragement of my sister." More murmurs. Louder this time.

His eyes were hollow with something far darker than rivalry. “You want the full story, Jones?” he snarled just before the whistle. “Lila wasn’t just fast. She was better than most of the boys on that ice. Championship final. Third period. She had the puck behind the net, setting up the game-winner. My sister was flying. Then one of our own defensemen—someone who was supposed to be her teammate—came in late. Elbow up. No puck. Just pure intent. The crack echoed through the whole arena. She dropped like a stone. Never got up. Spinal fracture at C6. Doctors said she was lucky to walk again. She never skated. Never played again. One hit. One second. And everything she fought for was gone.” His v

I could see he was contemplating an answer, but he couldn’t respond, not right now. There were two people in the pool swimming laps, but they stopped when we came in and we all exchanged polite waves. I could tell by the expression on my sister’s face that she wasn’t particularly fond of these two. “That’s Paxton with the mohawk, and the other one is Smith,” she said through bared teeth, still smiling. Brandon also waved courteously and then asked my sister, “Are those their first names or their last names?” My sister’s forehead crinkled. “I don’t know,” she admitted, and once again I felt like my sister had no idea what was going on.