Team 10 Tessa Novels & Stories

Tessa Sterling. I knew the name. Everyone in any room that intersected with motorsport knew the name. Sterling Motorsports had been building race cars since before I was born. Tessa had been driving them since she was sixteen. She had podiums on four continents and a reputation that preceded her by about three rooms in every direction. She paused just inside the entrance. Not because she had lost her bearings — she knew exactly where she was. She paused because she understood the value of a pause. Of letting a room absorb her arrival before she decided what to do with it.

Selene drawled, “that was… interesting.” One of her friends smirked. “Seems like something’s brewing.” “Or shifting,” the other added, glancing pointedly toward where Liora had disappeared. Their eyes dropped to Tessa. “So,” Selene tilted her head, “what do you think Tessa?Our quarterback getting some action? although his taste is questionable.” Tessa turned slowly. Her expression was calm. Too calm. “I think,” she said evenly, rising to her feet, “that speculation without intelligence is just noise.”

She was glad he was okay. Afterward, Tessa went ahead to stand next to the restaurant's employees. There were quite a lot, and she stood next to the few she knew; Marissa. “Those bitches will pay for harming Mr. Gabriele. So don't worry, 'kay Tessa?” The extremely tattooed, rebel-looking but overly sweet Marissa whispered to Tessa. “I'm already working on it!” She snickered, recalling how successful she almost is in taking Maria's spot in being a ballet dancer of the W Empire, the biggest entertainment industry.

They come out at the side door, walking to the stage and make their selves a warning to everybody that they will not be an easy competition through their aura. The second group is led by Alaia Mason." Opposite from the first group, they are full of smiles and even waves to the players like they will be competing for Olympics. "The third group is led by Jade Woods." Zayden is astounded hearing the name he just heard and he can't help but look at where Yekaterina is standing and they all looked as stunned as him. He knows that it's the only person that they have in mind, their former team member Toffer Jade Woods.

“I’ve searched my entire life for some place I’d fit in—a place where no one is going to look at me like I’m a freak . . .” Jennah reached out and touched her hand. “Tess, whether you’re with Brody or not, you will always have a place on this team.” She smirked. “I’m bigger than a whale and not of much use right now and I’m still part of the team—regardless of Dom’s opinion that I should be at home knitting booties with my feet up.”

"She's brand-new. She barely knows how anything works. If she takes over a project this big and blows it—or misses the deadline—we're the ones who'll pay for it." Keaton frowned. "Enough. This is a company, not a circus. Stop making a scene. If Tessa can run the project, someone else can too. Evie's new, but she's every bit as capable. Get her up to speed, and she'll do even better. "And that's final. Anyone who keeps arguing can join Tessa in entry-level sales." The room slowly fell silent. My teammates still looked ready to fight for me, but I lifted a hand and stopped them.

“It doesn't matter who we face. We decimate every and any team in our way. Isn't that right?!” More yells erupt from the team as the boys display sheer eagerness to get onto the field. The energy in the room seeps into my bones as I strap my gear in readiness. Coach Phillips taps Theo on the shoulder proudly, then begins reading out the names of the starting players. Nine names go by, and I'm still waiting to hear mine. “Number ten, O’Connor.” Coach flips the page, scanning the final name. “And lastly, the new k—”

Today, the agenda was high-stakes: Wilderness Tactical Combat (Live CS). Ten players stood on the staging ground. Two captains were chosen to lead: the battle-hardened Donovan Tang and the tactical specialist Sarah. The rest drew lots to form teams. Team Donovan: Chloe Bishop Lyra Mr. Han Bella (A marksman Chloe had known for years in the shooting association) Team Sarah: Arthur Vance Mrs. Han Leo and Marcus (Childhood friends and veteran members of the range) "Chloe, be careful!" Mrs. Han called out, her eyes sparkling with competitive fire. She looked twenty years younger in her tactical gear, radiating a vibrant energy. "Back in Seoul, they called me the 'Goddess of Snipers.' I was legend

She turned swiftly and narrowed her brows when her eyes settled on my face. "I know this face. Terra. Right?" Thank God, atleast we can start from somewhere. I thought to myself. "Actually it's Tiara Mir, but you can call me Tee." "Okay. So, what can I do for you, Tee?" She leaned on her car as her keys dangled noisly. She was a very attentive person, not too stingy with her time. I was ululating deep down because trust me, after what I saw inside the clubhouse, I never imagined she'd be this soft towards me. I put my words together.

Martha shoots me a weird look: “No? Why do you think I give the offender opportunity to show his navel? I practice Taekwondo, girl!” I breathe in an air of relief, “Good for you.” And thank God it’s not Kent. Despite being cocky, he is, after all, telling the truth.