Draw The Squad 4 Novels & Stories

Looking at Kylie and her friends training together, Shattering Lion’s stern eyes were slightly clouded. He had just instilled a certain strategy to the trainees and had asked them to form groups of four to try the strategy out. After all, most squads that are sent out on missions – at least when it came to the Lion King clan – were comprised of four individuals. The trainees were used to this as Instructor Lam always made them train in fours.

Not until we were sure that it was over. A door suddenly burst open to our left and in came the two squad captains. Skyr had no emotion on his face, but commander Dyroth was shamelessly boasting as he threw his hands in the air and yelled. “WE WON! WE BEAT SQUAD C! WE BEAT THE GENERAL’S SQUAD!” He yelled gleefully and ran towards his members who were gathered on one side. They were all praising Rachel for landing the final hit on me.

Snow closed her eyes and smiled, "I try my best." "Apparently people would never observe decorum except it's forced on them, so yes, the need of a dictator is necessary," Janet said and nodded slightly. "I agree, a leader figure is always needed," Judith said. Luke yawned, "Man I'm tired of waiting, when's the bus going to come?" Ava looked around. Lots of Squads were present. There was Squad 1, Squad 4, Squad 18, Squad 13, Squad 12, Squad 10 and also her Squad, Squad 15.

Listening to Astrid’s constant chatter every day on the drive to the complex is annoying as fuck, but being alone with my thoughts this morning is even worse. I’m probably just reading into this. I don’t even know why I give a shit. I shouldn’t care. Arriving at the squad complex in record time, I pull the Escalade into my usual parking spot and climb out, heading for the practice field. Squad members are still trickling out of the doors from the barracks, while many others are scattered on the field already, stretching and warming up. I quickly spot the other squad leaders circled up together, and as usual, Quinn, Fallon, and Astrid are with them. I head their way, lifting my chin in greeti

The sign was distinguished by color, and it was divided into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, navy, purple, and black. Wait for everyone to draw the lottery, and line up the team according to the color of the lottery in your hand. The black team consists of three people, and the two young people in the black team have already planned to give up, "It's over, it's really over." "How can three people fight with four other people? It's a lose. It seems that my dream is about to end here. Alas, I like "fallen kings" so much, but unfortunately I missed it after all."

,' he started. 'I hope we end up in the same squad Suzanne,' Justin said. 'Yeah me too,' she smiled sweetly at him. The ones who had been grouped were in a separate corner arguing or getting along with their new team mates. 'Squad 4, Justin Carter, Annabelle Clarence, Edward Rin, Wallis Timber.' Justin's face fell. 'Gee...I'm with the mean girl.' 'Cheer up, Justin! She's not that....' the word 'mean' refused to roll off her tongue. Suzanne refused to lie to him, she knew that Annabelle was meaner than mean.

ChasingStar: Who are you to decide for me? I lost my hope when I saw his status offline. I just pouted. I forgot that when we became friends, he can easily add me to their squad and when you're in, only the admins of the squad can remove me. The admins are the officials or leaders that are very known when it comes to tournament games. Whoever added me into the squad, he's only the one who can remove me. That's why I hate it! Too complicated! Looks like I was left with no choice.

With pride and elegance, I swerved my hips past the boys, while my four friends followed from each side. Tracy, Eretria, Romena, and Sasha. Two of them were hot blonde chicks in their mid-twenties, while the other two were brunettes. We are the Angel Squad and we rule the United Clan Training School. No one dared crosses us, unless they are ready to face hell on earth. My life is fucking good and I'm not ready to leave it.

I paused for a moment, then decided to turn the four heads at the front of the Demon Boss into gentle, angelic faces full of kindness. The four at the back would take on the cold, menacing look of a dark lord. As for the heads in the middle, they would be a mix of good and evil, each with a distinct expression. That was how I created the layers and depth. "But there's still one problem…" I said, looking up at the towering Demon Boss. "You're so tall. Am I going to need scaffolding to do your makeup?"

“You’ve been telling me how for years.” Dima shook his head, but there was a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes. “At least take a full team,” he said. “You’re not walking into a Siren port with just me and a prayer.” Kael’s gaze slid over the roster hovering in his HUD. He marked names without speaking them—men and women who’d seen enough ugly not to flinch, not so tied to the tower that their absence would scream. “Four,” he said. “Plus you.”