Novel & Cerita Alola Pokemon Trainer

Lauren "Ah, I see these Beedrills are very aggressive you should be careful mister" Oak "I know I will be careful, Ah where are my manners, My name is Samual Oak I am a professor who does research on pokemons, you can call me professor Oak" Lauren"My name is Lauren and I like to travel to different parts of the world and catch new Pokemons" Oak "Nice to meet you, Lauren why don't you come with me to my lab there are a lot of pokemons you can see there" hearing him asking Lauren to visit his lab he becomes excited, as with this opportunity he plans to build up a good start to his journey.

His sandy brown hair fell into his eyes as he clapped a trainee on the back, his laughter carrying across the field. “Let me guess,” I said as I approached. “You’re the one in charge here?” He turned, his piercing green eyes landing on me, and his grin widened. “Guilty as charged. Adam, head trainer. And you must be Luna Ayla.” I tried not to blush at the way he said my name, like it was a secret he was letting me in on. “That’s me,” I said, crossing my arms. “Think you can teach me a thing or two?”

"Hello" Back in my village, no one bothered to stop by and greet me. They turned the other way. I assumed it would be the same case here. At my silence, he faltered, shaking his head, "I'm sorry I almost forgot to introduce myself. That isn't polite. My name is Caden, an Alpha trainer." My mouth dropped open at that. He trained Alphas? That must be something. They are not an easy creature to tame. "Hi, and I am—"

Taro and Genzo followed her *Keyla, how can you play so well* the trainer wanted to know now *I had someone teach me* Keyla continued to grin *may I also ask from whom? * the trainer really wanted to know now * from my best friend Karl Heinz Schneider * Keyla looked at a horrified face. The coach had expected everything, but not the answer.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

I watched a duo fight for a few minutes until the trainer called for a halt and walked over to where Ally and I stood. “Ally, it’s good to see you back.” I registered that the rough and sultry voice belonged to a woman, although her face was obscured by a duelling helmet. “Good evening Zara. I have a proposition for you, I need to find someone to train Callista.” Ally’s voice was tinged with an emotion I couldn’t quite read as she introduced me to Zara. Zara bowed as she realised who I was - this was going to take some getting used to.

His jaw tightened, but he turned to the officers. In a deep voice, he started. “I’m Marcus Kane, Sophia’s husband. Yes, I’m Bella’s private trainer. Ryan signed me up for her fitness program. We do sessions either at my place or here at their house sometimes. It depends on schedules. Private because Bella prefers it that way, as she mentioned. Less distractions.”

“You’re quick as fuck, i bet if you trained more you’d be one of the fastest” “Maybe.. But extra training? Not my thing” “That’s what he has me for” Giana smiles, and Oakley actually does too. “Alright, everyone” My uncle, our Alpha yells. “I’m leading training today. I want everyone to do their best. I want to see what everyone is capable of!” — Training. Kicked. My. Ass. I plop down on the grass, panting hard from the exercise. Oakley is beside me, leaning back on his hands as he pants. His usual pale skin is red, and soaked with sweat.

He was so stunned by her change of attitude that he didn't know what to say at first. "I'm Omar, the head warrior of The Shadow Howlers." He answered. "I'm Alani, and I want to train to be a warrior too. I don't need you trying to protect me when I've been doing it on my own since I was a pup. Got it?" Omar couldn't do anything but nod. He was falling for her already, but he was too scared to tell her, or she might attack him. So, instead, he walked up the trail to the cars, holding her hand.

I knew then that they knew I was mated to the alpha. “Oakley, this is the head trainer, Greg. He will do your evaluation.” He said, motioning to the man I didn’t know. He was tall, about 5 feet 11 inches. He had sandy hair that he kept in a buzz cut. He was muscular, being the head trainer I understood why. He looked like someone who would be in the military. Very fit. “Hello sir.” I greeted him.