Wooed Back By The Hockey Star Novels & Stories

COLE The rain wasn't just falling; it was trying to beat its way through the metal roof of the compound's garage. I was sitting on a workbench, sharpening my spare skates. The sound of the grinding stone was rhythmic and calming. In here, surrounded by the smell of motor oil, cold steel, and old tires, I felt like a regular guy again. I wasn't the Silverfang Prince or a spy. I was just a hockey player named Theo who happened to be deeply in love with a girl who could freeze a lake with a thought.

The way her screams filled the ranch, I kid you not Luna could have heard her a quarter of a mile away. “Brannigan, head on the ice and not on your love life.” Coach yells out to me, fucker. “You’re so pussy whipped, Bro.” Hawk says as he passes me the puck to drive into the net. I flip him the bird. “You’ll be next, Bro mark my words. That young thing you’ve been seeing she’s gonna want a ring on her finger.” “Nah, not me mate, I’ve made it perfectly clear to her that I’m not the commitment kind of guy.”

I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans. Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough. Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture. At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the toilet. Which is exactly why I need Summer to tutor me. No matter what it takes. He makes his way through the crowd, and people part for him automatically. Richard Ashford, former NHL legend, current billionaire sports agent. Everyone knows who he is.

Playbook show. Cute girlfriend. Hockey star redemption. Bullshit. My mind drifted back to that night two years ago. Caroline crying on cue after we’d set the whole thing up. Maddox too drunk to remember details. The video we’d leaked, the rumors we’d spread. The way the hockey world had turned on him like wolves. Beautiful fucking chaos. And now here he was, thinking it was over. I crushed the empty beer can in my fist. Not even close, you arrogant fuck.

Maya The playoff race had somehow managed to make the entire campus even more unbearable than the fake relationship already had, because every win pushed Northridge closer to the postseason while simultaneously turning Leo into a larger celebrity than before, and after his overtime goal against Hayes’ team became one of the most replayed hockey highlights of the month, every sports outlet in the state suddenly wanted interviews, feature stories, analysis pieces, and behind-the-scenes coverage of the captain who had apparently transformed from hockey’s biggest liability into its favorite redemption narrative.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

Eloise smiled and turned to face me while curtailing her legs together while looking at me in a seductive manner . “Not today Eloise , I am not in a good mood” I warned her as I began to pull off my clothes . Seeing me pull my stuff more only made her excited , I could see the look from her eyes , she was happy . “ I heard you were back and I thought that it was okay if i gave you a warm welcome that’s if you have not been all over the human girl” she said but before she would say another word , I grabbed her by her neck as I pulled her down to the bed and laid on top of her .

When we stepped onto the ice, the cold air slapped my face awake, and for the first time in days, my chest didn’t feel like it was locked in a vice. Bran skated ahead, fast, wobbling only a little because he still wasn’t fully healed. “Come on, Wade, keep up!” I rolled my eyes but pushed off after him, the sound of blades scraping ice filling the hollow rink. “Thought you were the big hockey star,” he called over his shoulder, laughing. “Pretty slow for a legend.” “Oh, you’re dead,” I growled, pumping my legs harder. It turned into a chase, like we were kids again, not two guys with a psycho stepbrother plotting murder. I cornered him near the boards, reaching to shove him—except he ducked o

Lia settled into the bleachers, her heart racing with excitement as she watched the boys compete on the ice. Tyler stood out, gliding effortlessly across the rink with a grace that left her in awe. It was as if he had been destined to play hockey from the moment he could skate. With each swift movement, he danced around his opponents, demonstrating a skill that took both Lia and the crowd by surprise, especially when he outmaneuvered Asher, a player known to be the king of hockey in Crestwood.

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.