Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The medics rushed onto the ice with frantic speed, their heavy boots slipping slightly as they knelt beside Ken. The head medic reached out to inspect the damage, trying to administer a cooling spray and pain medication, but Ken let out a sharp, guttural scream and slapped his hand away. He wouldn't let them touch the leg. It was twisted at a sickening angle, the joint clearly dislocated and the surrounding ligaments likely torn. It was a career threatening sight, anyone with eyes could see that Ken wouldn't be able to step onto the ice for at least three months, if not longer. Julian skated closer, his shadows looming over his fallen friend. He stared angrily at Ken’s leg, his chest heaving with a mixture of grief and fury. He knew exactly what the Canadians were doing. This wasn't just a game of hockey, it was a targeted execution. They had specifically hunted Ken because they knew he was the only person who could perfectly read Julian’s mind on the rink. By removing Ken, they were

The referees and stadium officials moved quickly, ushering all the players completely off the rink. The maintenance crew quickly stepped onto the ice, carrying heavy buckets of slush, specialized scrapers, and fast freezing CO2 gas canisters. The damage caused by Barrett’s hidden needles was severe, the head technician informed the referees that repairing the deep, jagged split properly was going to take about 10 to 15 minutes before the game could safely begin again. As the Hawks players moved heavily toward the bench, their blades clicking loudly against the thick rubber floor mats, the atmosphere was thick with anxiety. They were exhausted, bruised, and terrified of the Canadians' monstrous, dirty playstyle. Coach Silas immediately stood up on the wooden bench, clapping his hands fiercely to break the heavy silence. He began cheering the team with intense, raw motivation. He focused his sharp eyes especially on Michael, the terrified rookie. Silas grabbed the young boy’s should

As soon as the masked man left the room, Valeria covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her teeth digging into her skin, fearing to make even the slightest sound. Her heart was hammering so violently against her ribs that she was convinced the entire hallway could hear it. She had become so terrified to the extent that she couldn't move an inch. Her legs felt completely glued to the cold concrete floor. A wave of absolute panic washed over her as she looked up at the blinking red light of the security camera. She feared that if she moved even a single millimeter, the lens might capture her face. If there was truly something vile and dangerous in that water bottle, and a player ended up drinking it, she would instantly be labeled as the prime suspect. She was an uninvited outsider with a cancelled pass, sneaking into a restricted area right after being fired. It would get her into deep, irreversible trouble with the law. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in her eyes. Vale

"I'm serious Julian!" Valeria insisted, her voice rising into a sharp, desperate pitch as she stepped even closer to him. Her hands were still tightly clenched into small fists at her sides, her whole body vibrating with the raw adrenaline still pumping through her veins. "I know exactly what I saw! It was a man in a full stadium security uniform. He was heavy, he was wearing a black tactical mask, and he had a strange key that opened that exact locker. And he didn't just look inside. He explicitly pulled out the bottle, poured some of your water out, and emptied a small glass vial of some strange liquid into it. He did it so fast, like a criminal!" Seeing how incredibly serious, terrified, and breathless Valeria was right now, Julian's skepticism began to crack. A heavy, dark weight settled into his stomach. At first, when she had burst out from the dark corner, he had honestly thought she might be overwhelmed, hysterical, or simply didn't know what she was saying because of how fr

The heavy silence in the room was so thick it felt hard to breathe. Valeria stood completely frozen, her mind spinning around in circles as Julian’s words echoed in her ears. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and deep confusion. "What do you mean my mother wrote to you?" Valeria asked, her voice shaking as she stepped forward, her painful tears momentarily drying up. "My mother never wrote any letter to you, she isn't even literate" Julian’s face twisted into an expression of absolute bewilderment. He looked at her as if she were speaking a foreign language. He shook his heavy head, his massive shoulders tensing beneath his jersey. "That is completely impossible, Valeria. I wrote to you every single week during my first year away. When I didn't get any reply, I sent a special package containing three long letters and a custom silver bracelet directly to your place. A few weeks later, I received a physical letter from your mother's official mailing address. It stated clear