دانلود رمان انگلیسی “شانس کوبیدن”

Spying isn’t my usual tactic, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My heart pounds as I press my back against the tiled wall of the locker room. I quietly adjust my ponytail and tuck myself into a dusty niche next to the back lockers. My nose wrinkles at the sweaty and musty odor coming from the laundry bin next to me, which is full of hockey pads, gloves, and other gear. Talk about rock bottom—hiding here just to get a scoop. I shake my head in self-disgust but quickly shrink into the shadows as I hear the approach of post-game players, their sticks and skates clattering in the concrete hallway. The Arctic Blades have just suffered their most crushing loss of the hockey season, and the air is thick with tension. I strain to catch the team’s heated exchange as they tramp into the main locker area. “Why didn’t you pass the puck, Brett?” a gruff voice booms, his voice echoing off the walls. “I was open and had a clear shot!” Through a narrow gap in the second set of lockers, I see right winger Tim Watts clenching his jaw and glaring at another player. “But no, YOU had to take the shot yourself. You lost us the game, Wilson!” My eyes scan the locker room, and I suck in a breath as I see him. Brett Wilson. Star player and captain of the Arctic Blades. I hate how my body reacts to him, but God, he is so freaking hot.