[COMPLETED] Georgina Rodriguez was horrified when she found out that she's married to a world well-known hockey player, named Auston Matthews. A man she doesn't even know. She wants a divorce. However, will Matthews give what she wanted all that easily? The Husband: An Auston Matthews Fanfiction Copyright © 2020 by Calissy18

[FORMERLY TITLED HEAD OVER HEELS] ------------- two people have been friends for 8 years. he is her brother's NHL teammate and they swore girls were off-limits. but did they identify which girl they were talking about?

A story in which Anna asks Leon to be her fake boyfriend for the week.

Just simple preferences about these hockey men: - Josh Anderson - Matthew Tkachuk - Jack Hughes - Tyler Seguin - Auston Matthews - Kasperi Kapanen - Patrick Kane - Carey Price

NHL, AHL, CHL etc. Imagines. This book is finished! If you'd like to request please comment on the new book Hockey Imagines Book 2, thank you!

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 GIANNA TINALDI 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 AUSTON MATTHEWS 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. irl & social media am34 x fem!oc

Quinn Hughes has the world watching him and no one actually seeing him. New captain of the Vancouver Canucks. Golden boy on the surface. But behind the press conferences and perfectly tailored suits is a man unraveling slowly, quietly. The kind of man who smiles like it hurts and doesn't let anyone close enough to see. Until her. She barely remember the night. But he's spent every night since remembering only her. Michigan. A country festival. She walked wearing denim shorts and a don't-fuck-with-me smile, smelling spicy. She didn't give him her name. She barely gave him a second look. But Quinn? He's been building fantasies around her ever since. All-consuming ones. Elizabeth Woods. Pediatric intern. Raised in the shadows of a mother who loved like a loaded gun. She's gentle in a way that feels dangerous, like she's trying to undo years of damage with one soft look and steady hands. She's the kind of woman who tucks blankets around strangers but doesn't flinch when someone screams. She's standing across from him, stunned, breathless, just as fucking shocked. Because this city's too big. Too full. And still, somehow they found each other again. She thought he was a bartender. A finance guy. A pretty face with a sharp jaw and nothing behind the eyes. She had no idea he was him. The name on every screen. The jersey hanging in every bar. And now he's in her orbit again, asking questions with his eyes, tugging at threads she's spent years trying to stitch shut. She carries her past like a diagnosis, incurable. And Quinn sees her. He wants her in a way that has nothing to do with love. This is concussion-level craving. A full-body, penalty-box, scream-into-the-wall obsession. She's the one thing that makes him forget the rules. But the closer he gets, the more the past starts bleeding into the present. She's not just a girl he can't forget. She's the trigger to everything he's spent years burying. "You don't even remember me." "Bullshit. You ruined me."