Arthur Jones Workout Book Novels & Stories

I would hire her as the President of our Aris-Drey fan’s club soon. I went back inside my car and conditioned myself for a gun start. I exercised my neck in a circular motion to help strengthen the nerves and muscles on my head over the shoulders. At the same time, I relaxed my arms. I also did some workouts in the villa before driving here to Puerto Princesa such as Romanian deadlift and Goblet squat.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks but quickly pushed it away. He looked me up and down slowly, jaw tightening. “Why the hell are you dressed like this? We’re here to train, not strip at a fucking club.” I smirked, trying to play it cool. “What? Too hot for you?” We both smiled, a dangerous, charged little moment before we started. The training quickly turned seductive. Arnold corrected my form on the squat rack, his large hands gripping my waist from behind. Every time I lowered, his body pressed closer. During the next set, his palm accidentally brushed the underside of my breast as he adjusted my posture. I shivered.

Sure, he's slightly attractive but I know he'll never be in my mind when it comes to jumping into a relationship. And yeah, it's weird since MJ just called this one-month thing a 30 Days Workout... Like, are we even in the gym to work out? But it seems like he's trying to improve and prove something this month. Whatever, I'll just help him with that. - "You look great, honey," Mom said as she smiles and places her hand on my shoulder. Yua said we have to wear formal clothing so I wore the nicest dress in my closet. Mom helped me with my makeup.

He wasn’t wrong. Arthur moved deliberately, like a predator stretching, the muscles of his chest rippling as he reached for the soap. He lathered slowly, methodically, letting the suds slide down the ridges of his abs, over the V of his hips, down to where his hand gripped his cock. Noah’s throat went dry.

Just then, I noticed Justin in a corner of the gym going through his routine. Justin was already deep into his workout, beads of sweat rolling down his defined arms as he moved seamlessly through his routine. He started with the free weights, his muscles flexing with each controlled lift before transitioning to the cable machine for a set of pulldowns, his back tightening with precision. The rhythmic clanking of metal echoed in the spacious gym as he pushed through a grueling session, barely pausing between sets. His focus was unwavering, his breath measured, his determination evident in every rep.

I muttered out loud to my wolf. She was being stupid and making me do stupid things. Me. Aritzea Duval. This had to stop. I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, I threw myself into training—hard. Burpees. Sprints. Weapon drills. More sprints. More weapon drills. My muscles burned, sweat slicked my skin, and still I pushed. If I could just work hard enough, move fast enough, hit hard enough, maybe I could beat the image of him out of my head.

Rowan’s home gym had a hint of cedar and that clean sweat smell, the kind that sticks around even after a workout. I settled cross-legged on the padded bench against the wall, an old leather journal from Carla in my lap, its yellowed pages soft from being flipped through so many times. Across from me, Rowan was doing his usual thing — trying to act like he wasn’t aware I was in the room while he worked out shirtless. The steady clank of weights filled the quiet as he lifted the barbell again, muscles in his arms flexing under the light. His focus was locked in, not drifting even a little, and honestly, it was kind of frustrating how effortlessly good he looked while doing something as basic

he said with a smile They raised their swords and began practice. It was a tough session, but Rainer was absorbing information quickly and felt motivated to learn. He was still unsure if this was what he wanted but it felt better than just doing nothing. Although, being knocked down over and over did hurt his morale a bit. After four hours of practice passed, Arthur sighed and lowered his weapon. “You’re striking is getting better but you’re too tense. Loosen your arms and swing, but keep the motion of the sword under control with your wrist.”

Sierra’s POV I walked down the stairs leading to Arthur’s basement. Sarah had informed me that he was down there. I stopped in my tracks as I watched Arthur, bareback, pants hanging loosely around his waist, with a boxing glove on. It connected to the punching bag in front of him in hard succession, his muscles tensing up with each strike. He was focused, eyes sharp as he bounced lightly on his toes. He landed one final punch on the punching bag then took off his gloves. He spun around and found me staring, a smile spreading on his face. My cheeks burned with a blush before I forced my feet forward.

Ares announces to everyone, to make it clear that they are not to attempt to provoke up into a sparing fight. The morning training session went well and by the time it was over my whole body felt sore. I can’t believe not working out for two weeks will make your body feel like you were hit by a Mack truck so quickly! I was also STARVING and couldn’t wait to go eat breakfast. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like! Love it? Write me a review! Obsessed? Comment and review and reward me! Let me know how I'm doing! Your feedback is the best reward!