The Ideal Team Player Novels & Stories

Each group shot carefully composed to show unity and strength. Then individual portraits. Each player in their gear, holding their stick, staring down the camera like they were ready for war. “Think about winning,” I called out to Jake Morrison, the team captain. “Think about holding that trophy over your head tomorrow night.” His expression shifted, he looked more fierce and determined. Perfect. “That’s it. Give me more of that energy.” Click. Click. Click. I moved through each player and found their strengths. I captured their personalities. Some were easy…natural performers who knew their angles.Others needed coaxing.

The calls of the team made him came back to the real world, breaking the eye contact, he jogged back towards the group. The number 7 on his jersey wasn't the only thing helping me recognize him. It was his whole aura, the way he moved, the way his eyes coordinated with every move around him, the way his dominance yet an amicable control was there hovering around the whole team, following and listening to him. Geez, stalker alert !!!!!!. The whistle broke my drooling period over the handsome hunk. The game started but my eyes were glued to him. He was fast and I mean very very fast. Calculated moves and really sharp skills. One of the player with number 11 was well coordinated with our captai

“To conclude, the territory had an identity once, it was a proud pack of its own before it fell into dishonour and rogue life. Between us we could change the lives of thousands of people.” Alexander and Helena lead a small round of applause. The men joined in, though the competitive glean in some of their faces was stronger than their belief in my sentiments. “The men we have selected are not purely for their fighting skill but their decision making and tactical awareness. The success of this team is based on sticking together, not abandoning the other as there will be no back-up. No White Forest allies are coming to rescue us. We succeed or fail together.” Jackson then took the lead, readin

“Christopher is one of the best players we have on the team. He is a vital player and his input during this recruiting session will be invaluable. Why on earth do you think it was a terrible idea for me to include him, huh?” I walked away from him and headed to the bathroom that we fortunately, didn’t have to share with anyone. Harry followed suit, the frustration he was feeling from my lack of understanding his concern evident in the way he walked. I knew why he was tense. Christopher had the ego the size of Jupiter. He was the second most valued player next to Jackson and even that didn’t stop him from acting like he owned the whole world. I was the only person who knew how to burst his bu

I let out a deep sigh …I don't how long it will take to bring my old Meerab back . __________________________________ Being manipulative is wearing the team jersey and playing only for yourself. In doing that you cheat yourself of the loving bonds and support a team can provide, of all the good feelings that make living so incredible.

But much to my pleasure, I overheard Coach pull him to the side on our way back out for the third period and rip him a new one for not passing the puck when Liam and I are open. “You’re a leader, now,” Coach bit out. “And leaders know sometimes you need to let others step in.” While hearing Coach’s snappy comment made me preen a little, considering I had told de Haas the same fucking thing fifteen minutes ago, it also gut-punched me in the most unexpected way. I’ve always done my best to embody what it means to be a leader and team player, not just playing well and doing my part on the ice but being someone the rest of the team could look to as an example. Something a captain should be.

“That’s… not easy.” “I know,” Jenifer said softly. “But you’ve got to quit making every team, everything about your pain, about your past. If you’re always on guard, you’ll never let anyone help you. I’m not saying trust blindly, but let people help you chase your dream—even if you have to keep them at arm’s length sometimes.” Alexandra nodded, biting her lip. “I hear you. I do need to do better. It’s just… hard to know who’s really on your team, you know?”

She really wants this and she tells us this when we say we'll be in touch. "That was, different," Calley states as we take a few minutes between Lottie and the next. "There's nothing like being at the head of your own table," Theo noted as he jots things down on a pad of paper. "What did you think?" I ask him. "You need better questions, perhaps ask them what they would do in a team when there's a breach. Are they a leader or a follower? A thinker or a doer? Remember that your teams need a healthy mix of both. But I believe Lottie is great example of a independent women that would benefit your team."

“At that time, that was what you wanted to hear. You wanted me to be on your side telling you that you were going to win. That’s what I did. But looking now, you know that you aren’t going to win. I don’t even have to tell you that. It’s obvious. But I am going to point out the good thing that you seem to be missing.” “And what is that Andre?” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but something tells me it was going to smack me in the face. “You’re team.” I scoffed. “Despite everything, they keep trying, they keep going despite one of their team members not being able to get over themselves and have fun.” “Well, wasn’t that rude.” My voice was sharp. “Maybe, but it was also true.” I bl

"I'm sorry, sir. At the time, I thought Jerome's team would be easily crushed if I eliminated him." "You're not fighting alone, but as a unit. You should've used your teammates to achieve victory, not through your own skills alone. Working together as a team to secure a victory is the most important thing, even more so than your life. Jerome understands this concept and uses this to his advantage. He may have been eliminated, but he isn’t the star of the show. Instead, it's his teammates.