Novel & Cerita Wooed Back By The Hockey Star

My entire body stilled. The Khaelon Dravik. Star hockey player. Heir to the Dravik fortune. Captain of the undefeated Hockey Team. The face on every student poster, the name on every varsity jersey. The one everyone talked about like he was myth wrapped in flesh. Unreachable and my ultimate crush. My first love even if he never knew it. I used to watch his games through a cracked laptop screen, memorizing the sharp angles of his jaw under his helmet, the vicious grace of how he skated across the rink like a storm no one could stop. He didn’t just play, he dominated. And now, here he was.

It was the stubborn drive of a hockey captain who refused to lose a game, even when the scoreboard said it was impossible. Holden lunged to his side, sliding across the wet ice. His ordinary human hand reached out and grabbed a heavy wooden hockey stick that had been left near the team bench. He gripped the taped handle with both hands, using his momentum to swing the heavy wooden stick upward with everything he had. The heavy wood connected right with the rogue's jaw with a loud, hollow crack. The rogue let out a sharp yelp, his head snapping back as he stumbled backward across the slippery surface. He crashed into the plastic boards, clutching his bleeding face in total shock. He had expec

Crooks. I had a deadline. I needed to submit this for the competition or my scholarship was gone. And this was what I came back to?! Honestly, I wasn’t shocked about who was behind it anymore. A moment later, their game ended. They got off the ice rink and my anger spiked even more when I heard his teammates laughing; some of them even whistled upon seeing me. Then I watched Wade step off the ice rink. He took off his skates and stripped off the rest of his gear. Now all he had on were padded hockey pants and a black long-sleeved compression shirt that clung to him. Then his eyes landed on me.

I noticed his sharp jaw, dirty-blond damp hair, and a face annoyingly attractive for someone whose evening I might have ruined. He was towering over me with enough irritation to fuel a natural disaster. “I’m sorry?” I repeated, because I didn't quite understand his statement. “You heard me.” His mouth flattened, his jaw hardening into a rigid, defensive block. “Whatever weird little stunt this is, I’m not interested. A puck bunny sneaking into a star's private room isn't new. But have some fucking dignity.” He thought I was a puck bunny? I knew little about hockey, but from his tone, that title wasn't something to be proud of.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

"Now what do we have here? A beautiful garden. See, Ryan? Your sister is planning a future in fine arts, and you’re planning a future in assault." "Hockey isn't assault, it’s a sport!" Ryan argued, running off to the living room to turn on the TV. Within seconds, the familiar, booming voice of a sports commentator filled the apartment. "And with the playoffs just weeks away, all eyes are on the Chicago Blizzard. Captain Aaron Carter is coming off a thirty-goal season, earning him the moniker 'The Ice King' once again. But sources say his off-ice demeanor remains as frosty as ever—" I lunged for the remote on the counter and hit mute so fast the plastic clicked.

It was already too late. A tear leaked out, tracing a path down my temple and soaking into my hair. I pressed my palm against my stomach, wishing I could somehow turn back the clock. Bradley is going to be so heartbroken, I thought, a sob catching in my throat. Bradley Norwood. My husband. The billionaire captain of the city’s hockey team, a man who literally had the world at his fingertips. He was larger than life, a fierce competitor who hated losing more than anything. And underneath all that rough, athletic exterior, he had this quiet obsession with the future.

“Then we need to get you out of this room before you start thinking yourself into a grave.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “There’s a hockey game tonight,” she said. “North Valley against Redwood. It’ll be loud, violent, and full of people making bad decisions. Perfect distraction.” “I know nothing about hockey,” I said, sipping coffee. “Neither do half the girls there. They go for Axel Hale.” I frowned. “Who?” Lena stared at me like I had admitted I did not know what the moon was. “Hockey captain. Richer than Midas. Gorgeous. Completely unhinged on the ice. Women love him. Men want to be him. He is the bad boy of the college. Rawr!”