He was having a rookie season people wouldn’t stop talking about—goals piling up, records within reach, his name everywhere. Then, just before playoffs, it ends. An injury in a single game takes him off the ice and out of the run he’d worked his whole life for. Suddenly he’s benched while the team chases history without him, stuck in his apartment watching everything he was supposed to be part of slip by.
Y/N and her hockey-player boyfriend have the kind of relationship everyone envies. They’re best friends before anything else—always laughing, always teasing, always finding their way back to each other. They trust each other completely, which is why neither of them takes jealousy very seriously.
She works at Victoria’s Secret, gliding through the store like she belongs there—soft smiles, effortless confidence, and a kind of beauty that makes people do a double take. The kind of beauty that feels almost unreal. To him, she looks like something out of a painting—angelic, luminous, the kind of stunning that makes his chest go tight before he even realizes what’s happening.
Grayson Hale is the kind of guy people warn girls about in whispers they pretend are jokes. Captain of the university hockey team, too charming for his own good, always bruised knuckles and cocky grins. He lives fast, fights hard, and treats relationships like they come with expiration dates. Everyone expects him to leave a trail of broken hearts behind him.
She’s the kind of girl people whisper about when she walks past. Perfect hair, perfect outfits, a permanent look on her face like the entire world is mildly disappointing. She doesn’t try to be popular—it just happens. Professors know her name, girls copy her style, and guys fall over themselves trying to get her attention.
Everyone loves him, he’s the hotshot hockey captain who the women find fascinating and can’t keep their eyes off him. but she would rather fantasize about a fictional man than risk getting her heart broken.
Y/n has always been the kind of teacher parents trust without question—the one who stays late, keeps extra snacks in her desk, and somehow remembers every child’s favorite color, fear, and dream. Her classroom feels like safety, especially for the kids who don’t have much of that at home. One little girl in particular quietly tugs at her heartstrings—coming to school with tangled hair, mismatched clothes, and a softness in her eyes that makes Y/n wonder what happens after the final bell rings.
He’s the name everyone chants under the Friday night lights—the cocky, untouchable star quarterback with a smirk that says he knows exactly how good he is. On the field, he’s ruthless, all sharp confidence and highlight plays, the kind of guy who thrives on pressure and lives for the spotlight. Reporters love him, rivals hate him, and girls line up for a chance to be noticed. But the second he steps off the turf and sees her in the stands, all that arrogance softens into something quieter, something real—because she’s the only person who’s never cared about his stats, his fame, or his ego.
The first time ledger Hayes saw her, she was sitting on a folding chair at the edge of the t-ball field with a juice box in one hand and fruit snacks in the other
Two horny college students hook up with zero expectations—no names that matter, no plans to repeat it, just chemistry and timing. He assumes it’ll stay a fun blur. She does too. Until the universe keeps throwing them into the same rooms. A friend’s movie night. A team party she didn’t know he’d be at. Late-night food runs after group study sessions. Every time they see each other, it’s unplanned, unavoidable, and charged with the memory of that first night. What starts as shared looks across crowded couches and casual banter in front of friends slowly turns into sitting closer than necessary, walking home together, and choosing the same side of the room without realizing it. Neither of them is trying to make it a “thing”—but the more they keep meeting by accident, the more it starts to feel like fate is interfering with what was supposed to be nothing.
In the heart of the NHL, Russian rookie Ilya Volkov is a phenomenon—breaking records, dazzling fans, and earning the nickname “The Ice Phantom.” But off the ice, he is an enigma. He refuses interviews, barely speaks English, and keeps every part of his private life under lock and key. No one knows that behind the stoic, intimidating facade is a man utterly devoted to one person: Y/N, his quiet, silly, utterly lovely girlfriend.
You and your boyfriend Rhys had a baby in university. He is the catcher for Louisiana State University baseball and the baby spends most of his time with the baseball guys.
Y/n is topping charts with astonishing numbers. Claiming first in every category and selling out in every show. Her sexy and fun music is drawing fans from all across the globe.
She’s the kind of girl you hear before you see—laugh too loud, twerks on random strangers, at the center of every dance floor without even trying. The one hyping up strangers in the bathroom, dragging her friends into reckless fun, and absolutely thriving under neon lights. People think she’s all confidence and zero depth… and she lets them.
She is the drop dead gorgeous daughter of Utah State University hockey coach, the famous, Clayton Calloway who was the star goalie for the Boston bruins until he broke him femur during the Stanley cup playoffs