Novels by dozkichi

Turner's PovThe moment the referee dropped the puck, everything else that had been on my mind disappeared.The argument with Coach earlier, the frustration from being blamed for my teammates' stupidity, and the irritation that had followed me all day faded into the background. Hockey has always done that to me. No matter how bad my mood was, the second I stepped onto the ice, my focus narrowed to one thing and one thing only.Winning.The crowd erupted around us as both teams fought for possession. The arena was packed, every seat filled with students, parents, and fans who had come to watch the playoff game. The noise was almost deafening, but after years of playing, I barely noticed it anymore. If anything, I enjoyed it.Playoff hockey was different from regular season hockey.The pressure was heavier, every mistake mattered more. One bad pass, one missed shot, one moment of hesitation could end months of hard work.The opposing team came out aggressively, clearly determined to mak

Turner's Pov.Why was he looking at me?The thought ran through my head for what felt like the hundredth time as I skated off the ice. Of all the things I had to deal with today, Liam Carter's boyfriend staring at me with pity definitely wasn't on the list.I didn't know the guy.Had never spoken to him, yet there he was sitting in the stands wearing Liam's jersey and looking at me like I'd just gotten kicked by a puppy.I hated pity.More than that, I hated people looking at me like I needed it. That was exactly why I'd mouthed those two words at him. “Mind your business.”Maybe it was rude.Actually, it was definitely rude.I didn't care.The last thing I needed was some random puck bunny feeling sorry for me. The coach had already done enough damage, I pushed open the door leading toward the locker room and immediately felt my irritation spike again.The entire situation was ridiculous.The guys who had actually caused the problem weren't the ones getting yelled at.I was.Apparent

Ezra's Pov."I didn't know what I was thinking, agreeing to this stupid thing, and now I look like this loser."I stared at my reflection in the mirror and immediately regretted every decision that had led me to this moment. The oversized hockey jersey hanging from my body was the biggest offender.It was way too big.The sleeves practically swallowed my hands, and the hem nearly reached my thighs. Across the back was Liam's name printed in bold letters like some kind of advertisement.As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, there were glitters on my face. I touched my cheek and stared at the silver dust sticking to my fingers.I still had no idea how that happened.Actually, that was a lie. I knew exactly how it happened.Liam happened.Five minutes before leaving the house, he'd somehow convinced me that wearing face paint would make me look "supportive."I should have known better.The moment I'd agreed, he'd attacked me with glitter. Now I looked like a disco ball supporting a hock

Ezra's Pov.I had exactly three rules whenever I was reading.Nobody should disturb me.Nobody should ask what I was reading.And absolutely nobody should burst into my room like they were being chased by the police, that's why the loud bang that followed almost gave me a heart attack."Jesus Christ!"My book slipped from my hand and landed on my chest as my bedroom door slammed against the wall. I jerked upright so fast I nearly headbutted my own knees.For a second, I genuinely thought someone had broken into the house then I looked toward the doorway.Of course.It was Liam.Who else would enter my room like a demolition crew? I immediately shoved my book beneath my pillow before he could see the cover.Unfortunately, Liam noticed.His eyes narrowed, then a grin slowly spread across his face and Liam's grin never meant anything good."What are you hiding?" he asked."Nothing.""That was way too fast.""Get out." The grin widened."Oh my God." I already hated where this was going."