Pretty Setter Squad Novels & Stories

The venue behind the Pack-house is even worse and many of the guests are making whispered comments about it. “Why is there a Squad from the Elders walking around?” Pearl asks and another Luna answers her question. “They are here for a learning experience, the Elders do this more often and I must say that it is good for them to see how an event like this works.” She says and Pearl is nodding her head at the Luna’s answer. Their gear is tailor-made for each member of the Squad, it is an almost completely black outfit and it has red accents along the sides of the arms and legs. You can only see them on their arms if their coat is off and so far I haven’t seen anyone wearing their coat.

Stevan standing up to introduce himself and his member. “My name is Stevan Maverick, PRD-class Herrscher. Then our SLT-class, Alto Corlena. GRD-class, Lucas McJaeger. RTH-class, Mateo Harper. GLT-class, Sylvia Ortis. LST-class, Milly Einsburn. And ENV-class, Helena Raymond.” Said Stevan. One by one Squad 97 member is standing up after their name spoked. “It’s been an honor to share same table with our seniors, then let us to introduce our squad member.” Said Alexa.

"I'm sorry to tell you, bruh, but it's always going to be this way. All these little girls are going to grow up to do the same sh*t ; get used to it. Speaking of which, when are you going to bring your boys in?" "Not yet, Creed; let them enjoy the next few weeks at least; they're young yet." It had been decided once we accepted that this Squad thing was something we wanted to do that we'd train the next generation in what we do here. If at some point in life they decide that it's not for them, then they can walk away. I'm down with it because it's a good cause and not because asshole Mancini keeps going on about traditions and sh*t .

Sierra gave me a condescending look which I ignored. “Don't let them sike you out. You've got this. Just remember what I taught you and use your speed and agility to your advantage. The other players will be stronger and more offensive but you can outsmart them.” Seth whispered as I saw the long line of people waiting to try out all of them and only six of us would make it to the team. Suddenly I wasn't feeling too confident in those odds.

I said circling Kyles area and drawing arrows in brown. "Got it sounds good." "Next, Avery you are red squad. You're squad will be flanking the left side of the field over here, should we need Kyle and his squad you guys will signal for him." I said circling Averys area in red. He nodded in agreement, but said nothing." My Squad and Dominics squad will be combined, We are purple and blue squads. We will be head ing straight up the middle. My squads job is to give me a straight shot to Elstan, Dominics squad is basically my back up and he will be assisting me should I need assistance with Elstan." I said circling the center of the field in blue and purple. " My squad will be heading out into

His eyes stayed on mine before drifting down slowly, blatantly, like he was issuing a silent challenge. I looked away. After the director finally shut up, the field grew noisy again while we waited for the instructors. Wesley strolled over, and I could feel the jealousy radiating from the girls around me. “Squad 4,” he said. “Looks like fate has good taste.” I didn’t glance at him. “I don’t mind sharing a squad with someone this beautiful. Someone different.” “Look, your flattery won’t work on me. You’re wasting your breath. You already have your fan club drooling for you. I’m not part of it.”

he says, already zooming in. I groan, but I’m smiling. The teams start lining up. The sound of the buzzer slices through the noise, and then everything shifts into the kind of silence that’s not really silence, just focus. Seth jogs out with his team, clapping a teammate’s shoulder, that easy grin on his face that hits something low in my stomach. He looks good under the lights. His hair’s damp, curls darkened, and that jersey fits like it’s made for him. He bounces on his heels once, wiping his palms on his shorts. I’ve watched him do this a hundred times by now, but it still gets me.

Current status listed as healthy and stable. Petra read that out matter of factly because her job required matter of fact. Two years old. Healthy and stable. I looked at the table and breathed very carefully through my nose and did not fall apart because falling apart was not on the schedule for tonight. Three teams, Damien said. Petra takes the perimeter with four. Cole takes the approach with two. I go in with Selene. Cole opened his mouth. Damien looked at him with the specific expression that meant this decision had been made and was not a discussion.

Somehow, he was disappointed it was him whom he’d seen rather than the guy he’d been longing to see. He merely smiled, running his fingers through his forehead. “I’m sorry if I shocked you with my face. No worries, though. I’m already used to people acting all surprised when they caught a sight of me.” Shrugging, he winked. “After all, I’m handsome.” Migi’s eyes narrowed, his brows raised a little higher than it should have, and it endangered of just disappearing from her forehead. “Wow! Didn’t know you were that humble.” “Says someone who assumed I’m tailing him.” He smirked. “Didn’t know you’re well-aware of the idea of coincidence.”