I’ll take and take… until I’ve had every last drop of her soul.
Some people have morals; others bleed integrity. I’d like to believe I don’t know the meaning of either. In this cut-throat business of blood spilled on the ice, I have left enough bodies behind to fill a morgue. When they see me skating at them, they run the other way. This reputation of mine costs, and I’m willing to pay up.
Equipped with a stick of gold and a rock-solid contract, I believe I’m in control of the game.
Until one day, I find out I’m not. Until that one godforsaken day I end up back where it all started: Home.
It turns out monsters of the past don’t die when ignored. They lurk in the shadows until they smell desperation. If there’s a man on this earth worse than me, it’s my little brother. Yet, he hasn’t tasted the delicious nectar of glory. While I broke record after record, he never left the league’s basement. He lusted for my life from afar as I ascended the throne of greatness. Now that I’m back home, I should make friends with him.
I’d rather let him bathe in misery.
My insufferable little brother may not have a lot, but he has a wife I’d kill for. I wouldn’t be quite the man I am if I let him keep her.
It’s just too bad that my rookie, my goalie, and my best defender want her too.
A complete reverse harem standalone. This story may glorify cheating and other things the author won't apologize for. For fans of the messy but honest world of "When The Sun Goes Down," get ready to find out what hockey's made of.
Some people have morals; others bleed integrity. I’d like to believe I don’t know the meaning of either. In this cut-throat business of blood spilled on the ice, I have left enough bodies behind to fill a morgue. When they see me skating at them, they run the other way. This reputation of mine costs, and I’m willing to pay up.
Equipped with a stick of gold and a rock-solid contract, I believe I’m in control of the game.
Until one day, I find out I’m not. Until that one godforsaken day I end up back where it all started: Home.
It turns out monsters of the past don’t die when ignored. They lurk in the shadows until they smell desperation. If there’s a man on this earth worse than me, it’s my little brother. Yet, he hasn’t tasted the delicious nectar of glory. While I broke record after record, he never left the league’s basement. He lusted for my life from afar as I ascended the throne of greatness. Now that I’m back home, I should make friends with him.
I’d rather let him bathe in misery.
My insufferable little brother may not have a lot, but he has a wife I’d kill for. I wouldn’t be quite the man I am if I let him keep her.
It’s just too bad that my rookie, my goalie, and my best defender want her too.
A complete reverse harem standalone. This story may glorify cheating and other things the author won't apologize for. For fans of the messy but honest world of "When The Sun Goes Down," get ready to find out what hockey's made of.