BWWM Dark Hockey Romance Books | Varsity Stalker | McGraw College Minotaurs Book #3
A plus-sized introverted black female lead who never leaves her bedroom finds love with the most unhinged player on the McGraw College Minotaurs hockey team. Chuck, the alpha with a problem, develops a twisted and sick obsession with a freshman student, Zalika. She doesn’t know anything about him except that he wears a mask and some particularly sick details about his body modifications.
The third book in this series introduces some new kinks to the Jamila Jasper universe and I don’t want to spoil too much, but I know you will absolutely become obsessed with Chuck and Zalika’s book.
Romance Novel Excerpts | Varsity Stalker | Chapter #1 | McGraw College Minotaurs Book #3
CHUCK
It’s been a whole year since I got shot. I haven’t slept in what feels like an entire year. I can’t sleep without flashbacks to the night of the incident. I nearly bled to death. Several of my friends got shot. Everything that happened was all my fault…
All I ever wanted when I chose McGraw was to play. I could have gone to a school with an even more impressive hockey team, but I knew I would get more time on the ice if I came here, especially playing with guys I’ve known through most of my teenage years.
I will never be the star I could have been. Even with a year of rehabilitation, I will always have some paresis in my left hand. My reflexes are slightly slower and my muscles won’t heal for another year. The doctors were clear about the extent of the damage but they thought I wouldn’t be able to play at all. One year later, and I’ve proven them wrong.
I’m back on the ice. Back at McGraw for my senior year. Back at the start of another hockey season. I feel different. Rougher. Darker. The lack of sleep is a part of it. The trauma is another part of it. Before the shooting, I was a different guy. Chilled out Chuckie Allen. I smoked pot. I skated. I studied when I needed to and did my homework occasionally. I partied.
Now, I have one singular obsession all tangled up in my fucked up head. Sex. Not just regular, vanilla sex like what satisfied me before the attack. I hooked up once in a while, despite what the guys think. I was just discreet. Careful. I cared about the women I slept with even if I didn’t want relationships with them. I never broke any hearts. We enjoyed each other and then they moved on.
Casual sex with the more laid-back sorority chicks who stumbled into the hockey house satisfied me and allowed me complete focus on hockey. With my months of rehabilitation, including the three weeks I couldn’t even wrap my damn hand around a stick, I had plenty of time to think. And my thoughts were different.
I’ve become a different person since the incident and the new Chuck has to hide underneath this calm, laid-back personality. I know I have to hide because what I want is too fucked up for words.
It can’t ever happen. It won’t ever happen. I have to suppress my urges and my needs as long as possible.
My phone buzzes four times in rapid succession. The group chat. I glance down at my phone, tilting the screen so I can read the flow of messages.
Diesel: Can’t get drunk tonight. Mona and {baby name} need me.
Jesse: Who said anything about getting drunk? Peyton has exams. Mario Kart tournament.
Diesel: It’s Halloween. We always used to get drunk on Halloween.
Jesse: We’re mature now.
I didn’t even realize it was Halloween. I don’t keep track of anything except hockey anymore. I cut down my classes to the bare minimum and my degree in Economics is basically the easiest form of math, so it doesn’t take much for me to maintain a passable average, which McGraw requires for me to stay on the team.
I reply, because they freak the fuck out about me any time I do anything “weird”. They act like what happened to me turned me into a baby. But I’m fine. I’m the problem now – not the assholes who nearly killed me.
Chuck: No interest in going out. Resting up for the game tomorrow.
If only rest was how I prepared for our games. The McGraw College shooting caused the North Eastern College Hockey League to cancel the games for the rest of the season. So everything this year started off on a clean slate, except we all want to spill each other’s blood now more than ever. Everyone has a chip on our shoulder and the other teams aren’t going easy on us because of what happened.
Hockey players are notoriously superstitious. Ever since the shooting, my rituals have become dark and sexually obsessive. I truly believe my fixations work. They keep me safe. But each night, my desires get stronger.
Much stronger.
I sleep for a few hours. I wasn’t lying to my best friends entirely, just massaging the truth a little bit. The second I awake, my dick aches with anticipation and desire as I turn my phone off and get dressed. I’ve done this the night before each of the five games we’ve had this year so far. I know what I’m looking for, I just haven’t found her yet. But each night, I go out and search for what I want. I’ll know when I have her.
I’ve spent so many months fantasizing about exactly what it’ll feel like to get the girl of my dreams in my arms… finally.
I have so many plans. But I’m in no rush. So far, my hunting ritual has been more than enough to sharpen my senses before a game. I’ll keep practicing until I find the right girl. I’m patient. I’ve had to be patient throughout my recovery.
I slide into a pair of thick black sweatpants with the name of my high school printed along the side of my leg. I got a scholarship to play at the seaside Connecticut boarding school for high school and I took it. Those were the days… Everything was so easy. I’ve had to fight for every ounce of strength I have right now.
Nights like tonight I can forget how much pain I’ve been through and just feel… control.
I wear a black t-shirt underneath a plain black hoodie. I stole a Mike Meyers mask from Daniel’s room at the beginning of the year and it fits me perfectly, keeps my identity secret and keeps me warm on these frigid New England nights. I wear gloves, black socks and black Nike sneakers. Basic. Invisible. Just the way I like it.
I never take my phone with me, for obvious reasons, and I always start off by going for a light jog around my hunting grounds. I have nothing to fear running through the woods alone. I’ve always been the tallest guy on the team – the tallest guy in most rooms I walk into – at 6’7” tall. Running makes me feel strong and allows me to scout the area for the security guards that patrol campus.
It only took me two weeks of running around to figure out their routine. I still check the perimeter of where I hunt to make sure the coast is clear. After a few minutes of running outside, my muscles feel perfectly warm and I’m ready to sprint into the darkness if shit goes wrong.
Not like I plan on shit going wrong…
The only people who might give a shit where I am tonight are occupied. Ever since the baby, Mona and Diesel are in their own little world. Jesse is utterly obsessed with Peyton and spends every waking moment of his free time helping her study for her exams. I’m the only one alone.
The old Chuck would have had a problem with that. I had a personality like a Golden Retriever. I’m a lot different now. More like a wolf.
I veer off the trail and head towards the thicket of trees behind the freshman girls’ dormitory. Enrollment fell by 35% last semester, so none of the girls in the freshman dorms have to share rooms. That makes it easier for me to watch them. Halloween at McGraw College used to be more festive. A time for dressing up, getting drunk and celebrating. Now, there are only a few small campus parties.
Since it’s roughly two in the morning, I’ve missed most of them. I crouch down as I crawl out of the woods and race across the grass below the girls’ dormitory windows. I don’t have to crouch and scramble with too much secrecy. They won’t be able to see me from inside their dorm rooms in the dark and they won’t think to look. Anyone coming home at this time of night is probably drunk.
The entrance to the dorm is on the other side of the building, so I don’t have to worry about getting caught out here. I can pace beneath the windows, wait for a light to turn on and wait for a suitable target. Someone who pushes all the right buttons. I can’t get specific. I just know that when I have her in my arms, she will feel right.
She will feel perfect.
She will be mine.
The first dorm light flickers on and a bedroom door opens, causing sound from the hallway to filter across her room and outside to my spot beneath her window. It sounds like the entire crowd of freshman girls is walking into their dormitory at once. It’s probably smart since anyone could be roaming around at this time of night.
The girl says goodbye to her friends and as her door closes she makes a frustrated grunt and shrugs her shoulders. She’s cute. Tall. Chubby. Filipina, maybe? She has pretty black hair and she’s wearing an angel costume. I don’t know her name, but Peyton might want to look into recruiting her. She has nice lips. They would look great around my cock.
Despite how pretty she is, I don’t think this hot Asian chick in the angel costume is the one I’m looking for tonight. I walk past a couple more windows, searching for lights. I already visited the next chick I walk past. Emma Ramirez. I climbed in through her bedroom window. I tied her up. I stripped her down…
I stopped myself. She wasn’t the right girl. She didn’t scream. She pissed herself. She didn’t want me. I let her go and probably traumatized her a little bit. She checks her window three times as I watch her from outside. She can’t see me, because I hide myself a little bit behind one of the ornamental bushes behind the girls’ dorm.
I don’t want to scare her again. I didn’t mean to hurt her. She just…
She just wasn’t the right girl.
When I find the right girl, it’ll be obvious.
She’s just gonna be perfect.
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