Our Teammate Novels & Stories

Joshua notice him that the nerdy guy must become his teammates. “Hey, you! Still you don’t have a team? If that so, why not make a team with me?” said Joshua to him. “Ahm, but I’m not that’s strong, I mean I’m useless, everyone here don’t Want me be their teammates, maybe you can find another one much better than me” replied the nerdy guy to him. “Its okay, team with up me, so that we only find one more to form our team.” Said Joshua to him.

We both had our separate rooms, but the thought of not having her beside me was killing me. "So, you want me to start living in your room?" She paused. "And why is that?" "We've stayed far too long in separate rooms. It's time we stayed together. Besides, I need stress relief when you're by my side." She was my mate. Her closeness brought me peace, and she wasn't going to deny me that. She looked away. My words were getting to her, but she still looked pissed. "Stress relief?" she asked. I nodded. She knew she couldn’t reject my request. I needed her. We needed each other. That’s how mates should act—not like neighbours.

Player 48 turned and quickly exchanged glances with his teammates. "Alright." Player 48 finally decided and extended his hand to me. "Melanie, welcome aboard. I'm Steve Johnson. This is Kyle Rivers, Chase Walker, Dennis Porter, Sam Sullivan, and Tyler Morrison. The rule for joining our team is: absolutely no betraying your teammates." I nodded. "Looking forward to working together." I traded water for food within the team. However, when the dawn of day six arrived, it brought no hope at all–only deeper despair.

Stupid. ### I decided to attend the party, hoping to take my mind off things. As I arrived at the venue, I could hear the sound of laughter and music coming from inside. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, scanning the room for familiar faces. That's when I saw them - my teammates, Shawn, Aaron, and Liam, all smiling and having a good time. They seemed to be talking about the game. I made my way over to them, feeling a bit awkward after my conversation with Coach. But as I approached, they greeted me with cheers and pats on the back.

Those were the things that kept me going, considering my sister's new other side. Those were the things that lent me hope since she grabbed her new attitude in our late seventeen. I hoped for a change when we turn eighteen, also, we are the graduating set and I was happy for at least, when we progressively graduate, every wrong thing would be over and it would change her life for good. It was such a great year, the sports were up too. As the cheerleader, Mrs. Ann had entrusted me with the morning activity for Stallion team members, The team she couches. Not judging by the time, I knew I was already late.

My teammates shouted when they saw me. “Falconeri!” one of them yelled. “You ready to smoke those bastards Friday?” “Always,” I replied, tossing my bag down. Practice ran like usual. Fast plays, sweat, bodies hitting the floor. I dominated, like always. No one kept up with me. When the final whistle blew, the coach slapped my shoulder. “You’re carrying us, son,” he said. I just nodded. I already knew. After showers, Matteo caught me outside. “Party tonight. Team’s throwing it. You coming?”

“Not the kind that hung out after practice or called each other up for fun. We didn’t text each other memes or go out for burgers. But we were cool. You know the type—hallway nods, casual locker room banter, drills on the field. That sort of thing. He was just one of our teammates. One of the best, actually. I won’t lie about that. He had this way of moving—like the ball obeyed him. He had control. Presence. And yeah, I was jealous. I’ll admit that. But I would never… I’d never try to sabotage someone.” His voice paused there, like he was waiting for me to respond. I didn’t. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, and when that felt too vulnerable, I shut my eyes c

Kyle remarked, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair. Kelly nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Definitely. And having you as a teammate makes it even better." "Having you as a twin and teammate makes it even better," Kelly corrected with a playful grin, nudging Kyle gently with her elbow. Kyle chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Absolutely, couldn't ask for a better partner in crime on and off the field." They clinked their teacups together in a toast, grateful for the bond they shared both on and off the field.

“Ther⁠e has to be someth​ing in it. But how‌ do I k​now if Sc‍ott is the one? If there’s even anything like,the one? I get bor⁠ed e​asil‌y.” “T‌here w‍ill alway​s be another guy‌,” I​ said honestly. “Richer. Hotter. More exc⁠iting⁠. Bu‌t none of that compares to having⁠ a real l⁠ife pa​rtner. A teammate‌.” S⁠he hu⁠mmed. “You’r​e sure?”

“I don’t know for sure… he’s been moving around… But I can tell you some of the places he might be.” I dropped him back onto the bench and nodded to one of my hockey teammates who whipped out a notepad and pencil. He gave them both to the coward. “Write clearly,” my teammate said, voice low and threatening. My teammates like Cynthia. They had rallied around her many times, and were impressed by her courage and her strength, and her willingness to put up with me. They knew she was my mate, and would therefore defend her as they would one of their own. No one was pleased with this asshole or any of the things he said. I imagined, like me, any one of them would be happy to be alone with him for