Novel & Cerita Will Smith Hockey Sister

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi

"What's going on?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Actually, forget it. I don't want to bring it up." "No, please. I want to help." "It's just..." I looked directly into her eyes. "I thought since you have a sister you'd understand what it's like to have someone who can't move on from a past relationship." She considered it. "Rhea had an ex. But she's over him now." "She is?" It slipped out but I caught it. "I mean—how did she manage it?"

"This is my husband, Marigold. You're not allowed to keep staring at him, and make sure you keep your distance from him from now on. I'll get very angry if you sully him with your presence. "Clarence, my younger sister salivates over handsome men all the time. Please don't take it to heart." Clarence glanced at me coldly before saying to her, "Of course not." Immensely satisfied with his reaction, she allowed him to lead her back into the hut. Soren was furious. He shifted back into human form and slapped away the hand I was using to cover his mouth before huffing angrily, "I might be all cute and small, Marigold, but I'm not stupid!

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

Cilian, my assistant captain and closest friend complains, sliding on my right at the bench. I hesitate to respond to his question and he follows my line of vision to check what has me staring. He knows damn well that it's hard for me to give something or anyone attention unless it's HAWKER, my hockey team. “Oh, your step-sister.” He says with a nod, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just checking on my step-sister to make sure she's doing fine. Isn't that how these sibling things work? It's new to me so…I don't have any idea.” I defend and he gives me a doubtful look, not believing a single word that comes out of my mouth.

You can see it with how the women clutch their rosaries. My dead sister’s boyfriends -plural- are here. The five nightmares of Mallow Creek. The hockey gods of my school. The Rhodes brothers. Instead of the usual five, they are four today. One of them couldn’t care less about my sister getting buried to come. Instead of their blue jerseys, their gloves, helmets and those sticks they carry across the ice like Gods; they are wearing suits. Like suits would make a difference. “Sage”, my dad tries to hold me back but he’s too late.

Something that surprised me even more, and almost fell from my stance if I didn't place my palms on the ground. He is Nicholas de Sanctis. The man who was just mentioned as my twin sister's future husband.

I am not your brother and I am never going to be one , do you know the pains that it took to hold myself not to to open those throat right now . I might be your worst nightmare and it was so stupid of you to think that you could literally outrun me , you will have to try harder. I am trying to be nice sister , I am really trying to be nice , it takes nothing for me to rip off your head right now . You don’t know what your ancestors did till my people , you are going to. E the one to pay the price .

I love it best when I’m fisting it and pushing her head down on my cock. “Nice to meet you, Valerie.” I am hoping she isn’t looking for a hook up, seriously some hockey player’s sisters can be such bad news. I glance up as Edelman himself comes to the table and sits next to his sister. See, this is why Immi should be seated with us not over on another table nowhere near us with folk she doesn’t know. “Hey there, Bro. Looking forward to the game tomorrow. We’re gonna bruise your asses for sure.” Edelman is a cocky motherfucker. I’d personally like to smash him in the face they way he is so arrogant and full of himself. I snigger.

I found myself smiling and scrolling more. There were clips of her plays—clean passes, tight defense, razor-sharp steals. I couldn't find any interviews, no social posts, no drama, nothing personal. No favorite band. No dumb TikToks. Not even a quote. Just... hockey. And a name I should’ve never been typing into my phone. I locked it and shoved it back into my pocket. Get it together Xavier. She was Katrina’s sister. My girlfriend’s sister and this? Was pure stalking. Off-limits. Out of bounds. Wrong.