Our Teammate Novels & Stories

We were going to win together. “Baby steps, Zain. It’s okay if we don’t talk about it now. I… I just want you to know that you can tell me anything,” I paused to think of a good way to pull Zain out of whatever mental cage he was trapped in and when the first idea came, I was quick to hook myself onto it. “I’m your mate, and if you play around with the words a little bit, it spells team. We’re a team now,” I finished with a small smile.

He, on the other hand, was excellent at multi-tasking, and her friends had no idea that he was actually talking to her at the same time as he was fielding their questions. "So... everyone has a last name?" she asked. They had all started moving toward the baseball diamond, and Taylor locked her arm through Cadence's, saying something about the possibility of ice. Cadence was thankful for the support, and she offered her other arm to Sydney who took it, as soon as it seemed clear that Aaron wasn't going to offer his. "I can't speak for every person in the whole world, but yes, all of our teammates do," he replied. "Your boss is so hot!" Sydney whispered in her

Sweat mingled with the sea spray on our brows, but our spirits remained high. As the game intensified, Dante's gaze found mine between each play, a silent reassurance of our unwavering support. We exchanged knowing smiles, a language understood only by the two of us. The rhythm of our conversation quickened, animated and vibrant, mirroring the exhilaration of the match. In that moment, we were a team in every sense of the word, sharing victories and defeats with unwavering camaraderie.

After several hours, I was already dozing off when the door opened and I saw all my teammates entering. “What are you all doing here by this time of the day?” “Team leader, have you forgotten we are all teammates? Of course, we must support each other and make sure that we teach those stupid BROOKS a lesson they will never forget,” Liam said, and the others also chorused with him. I found comfort in their words as their support really means a lot to me. They started moving and then began to assist those that were making the cloth, which also makes it faster.

Even though I can’t play in the game, knowing that my friends have my back makes everything feel more manageable. Gradually, our teammates start to disperse, talking excitedly among themselves about the upcoming game and the huge prize that’s at stake.

“You’re special, Martin. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Not coaches, not scouts, not even yourself on bad days.” Their faces were inches apart now. Martin’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard he was sure Damien could hear it. The air felt thick, charged. He didn’t think—just leaned in. Damien’s hand came up, palm flat against Martin’s chest, stopping him gently but firmly. “You’re my teammate,” Damien said, voice rough. “My responsibility. I can’t—” Martin’s face flamed. He jerked back like he’d been slapped. “Right. Sorry. I—fuck.”

I laughed, " I can never. That's not even on my vocabulary" " well, I can never argue with that haha. I can remember how you punch my ex when he annoys you" she said that made me think of it. I laugh it off when I remembered. " I'm such short-tempered you know" " Everybody knows, and I wish your teammates knew that haha," " well, two of them was my childhood friend so they know half of me. I don't have to explain myself" I said. " who?" " the tan one and the one who opened the door for you"

He responded, and I smiled at him. "Don't be silly. Your teammates are your friends, and I am your girlfriend. I want to know all of them. I don't need to spend time with you during your practice, but when there is a gathering like this, I understand you have to mingle with them; you can go to them, and I will be with Alice and Oscar." I said.

But it seems like it has become a trauma center for him. I clapped my hand and grinned sheepishly at him. “Well, that is the power of teamwork. I will stay here with you and help with whatever is needed. I am not going to hang around a one-time successful friend. You can loaf off me for the rest of your life. So I will rather go through this with you now than suffer for it later.” “Wow! Aren’t you incredible?” He sneered. “Get it to it, motherfucker!” I bellowed at him, growling with my wolf.

Without him, we would undoubtedly have been given our marching papers right away. It still didn’t mean we were definitely safe though, which reminded me of the vow I’d made to myself about my team. “The people who work here aren’t only employees to me. They are my friends. I know every single one and they’ve all done a great job, especially these last few weeks. Everyone is a team player, and no one is expendable.”