Wooed Back By The Hockey Star Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt stronger, faster, and more alive than I ever had since joining the professional hockey league. I looked down at myself. I was still curled tightly inside Orion’s massive home jersey. The familiar, comforting scent of his cedar wood was deeply embedded in the fabric, wrapping around me like a physical shield. The nest of shirts and training gear was still perfectly arranged around my small frame, a beautiful reminder of the absolute acceptance we had shared in the dark. I could still feel the faint, soothing tingle of the crescent moon mark on my neck, pulsing in perfect harmony with the bond we had sealed.

The paper was smudged with ink and a drool or my tears, soaked through. My neck ached from the awkward angle and the classroom was in murmurs. Yes. I was at college. Another drop of water hit my hairline and this time, I looked up. Lucas. Of course, it was Lucas Graham. His hockey jacket hung off his shoulders, the school emblem stitched proudly across his chest. He was the golden boy of the college. The star hockey player. He was the guy everyone praised and commend for his work. The so-called lifesaver who once pulled a kid out of a pool and never let anyone forget it.

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

"Come on, boys! Move it!" A few of the varsity hockey players near the fireplace immediately recognized it. Leo let out a loud, sudden laugh first. "Oh my God," Leo said, shaking his head. The entire room snapped their heads to look at him. Leo just pointed directly at the officer's phone. "That audio is from our pre-season warmup against Westfield," Leo explained, looking around at the crowd. "We were all screaming in the tunnel." A few of his teammates nodded quickly in agreement, the tension in their shoulders dropping. Ryan rubbed a heavy hand over his face, letting out a slow, irritated breath.

My heart just about combusts. Beside me, Aaron leans forward a little, elbows on his knees, watching like nothing else in the world exists. The tough hockey player melts into a soft pile of uncle mush, and it’s devastatingly attractive. “She’s so good,” I whisper, my hand clutching the edge of my program like it’s my ticket to heaven. He turns his head, slow, just enough for his profile to catch the faint light from the stage. “She’s the star,” he says simply.

“Sorry, I assume every student smokes. At least, most of them I've picked do that. Or those I know do.” I smiled, accepting his half baked apology. “It's alright.” “Wait, I know you from somewhere…” I almost rolled my eyes as he stared at me blankly, as he struggled to place my face. “Wait, you're that star ice hockey player, yeah? I saw you on television. That was a sick shot, bro! You're good, you know that, don't you?” I smiled, enjoying the attention. I could only get better and better. If a random Uber driver knew me, then what would happen if I decided to make myself better? Everyone would know the name Rowan.

His eyes traced the road to the Arena. He reached for a sealed scroll, one that bore the wax insignia of an old enemy, and burned it in the fire. "Let the games begin," he said quietly, a twisted smile hidden behind his mask. The wind outside screamed louder, as if warning the world of what was to come. ****************************************** Sasha *** Still in her room with kael*** “ yes I was once into hockey but not anymore” I said keeping my face away from him. “ so what made you quit hockey "

Even when he's being a complete bastard, even when he's humiliating me in front of half the school, he's still the most attractive guy I've ever seen. Which makes me hate him even more. My phone buzzes again. Another text from Mom. "Oh! Richard mentioned that his family is really into hockey. Maybe you should try out for the team! Wouldn't that be amazing?" I actually laugh out loud. The sound echoes in my empty dorm room, bitter and sharp. Hockey. Right. Because what I really need is to embarrass myself even more, this time on ice in front of an entire arena. But then I keep reading. "I know it sounds scary, but you're so athletic! Remember how good you were at soccer in high school? Richar

“…I’m still going to be ridiculously proud of you.” I laughed quietly. “I know.” “And Logan?” “Yeah?” She smiled the same smile I’d watched from the stands for years. “The scouts are going to meet a great hockey player.” She gently touched my chest. “But I already know the man.” I closed my eyes for one second. Letting those words settle. Then I climbed out of the car, grabbed my hockey bag, and slung it over my shoulder. As I started toward the terminal, Harper rolled down her window. “Hockey Boy!”

Northstars 4. This was the last twenty minutes of the game. If I didn’t win now, it would truly be a loss. My eyes drifted to Liora. She waved at me and signaled me to do my best. I inhaled deeply, my hand tightening on the hockey stick. The puck dropped and I moved like lightning. Ronan’s shoulder slammed into me. My teeth clamped down on my lips. Wanna take the puck? Not happening. I retaliated more viciously. Something flashed in his eyes. “One would think your pants are on fire. What’s up, princess?”