Arthur Jones Workout Book Novels & Stories

ARTHUR’S POV Arthur Winslow was no stranger to conflict, both external and internal. As he entered the school gym, the familiar clang of weights and the rhythmic thud of feet pounding on treadmills surrounded him. It was a place of routine, of order. Yet, tonight, Arthur’s mind was anything but orderly. His hockey teammates worked out all around him, pumping weights, running on the treadmill and doing burpees. As Arthur passed by the gymgoers, everyone nodded in his direction, giving him the respect that he was accustomed to receiving.

She vaguely gestures in Archie’s direction, floundering. “You mean my body?” He looks a little bashful all of a sudden. He runs a wet hand through his hair again. “It’s from weight training, mostly. I have a personal trainer. I would never be able to figure out workouts and all that stuff by myself. Since I have to sit at a desk for like nine hours a day, I try to stay healthy.” “You do seem very healthy,” She blurts out. Archie looks at him quizzically. “Oh. Thank you?”

After warming up, the three of them claimed a bench press station. Arthur insisted on going first. "Age before beauty," he declared confidently. Dominic looked at his pink shorts. "That's a bold statement today." Arthur ignored him and lay back on the bench. The bar lowered smoothly, then pressed upward with steady control. "Still strong," Lucien commented as he counted reps. "Of course," Arthur grunted. "You think I built Thompson Enterprise with weak arms?" After one full set, he racked the bar and stood, stretching his shoulders.

Every thought she tried to focus on felt like it dissolved under some invisible weight. Arthur’s wolf surged beneath the surface, coiled, protective, desperate. “We need to train,” he said, voice clipped. “You’ll fight him if you can’t even fight yourself.” She hesitated. Training normally exhausted her; now it terrified her. Every movement felt like it might open the door to Drogo’s whispers again. The training yard was silent except for the crunch of boots and the wind through the trees. Arthur moved around her, a shadow with purpose, eyes sharp, scanning for weakness.

“Is this hurt? He asked. I think for a while, hmm it does hurt though. I nodded, “however, I have to do the blood test twice a day. How can I think about the pain?” Arthur still staring at my hand, it's fat as it is full of IV fluid. “How long it takes to get my hands back to the actual size? Look, it's very full” I furrowed my brows, expressing my displeasure at these stocky fingers. Arthur gently stroked my hand, and I was stunned. A touch he didn't normally do. I'm kind of feeling so awkward, but he still did it anyway. Is he momentarily unconscious? Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats.

Calla Lockheart "Squat jump 25 now" Uno said , Uno is my personal trainer and guess who's deciding to join me today? Archer North "Are you freaking kidding me?" I asked Uno and he smiled teasing "Let's go" Archer said and I turned to him "We just ran 3 miles , sit up 150 , push up 60 , weight training and-" "We can do it.. Should I give you a kiss so you can fight up?" Archer asked and I put both of my hands on my mouth shaking my head

“Yes. I need this.” We started that same evening. He took me through basic movements. Squats, lunges, some light dumbbell presses. He corrected my form gently, hands lightly touching my back or shoulders to adjust me. Every touch sent little sparks through my body. I told myself it was nothing. He was just doing his job. “Good,” he said after I finished a set of shoulder presses. “Keep your core tight. You’ve got this.” By the end of the first session I was sweaty and tired but strangely energized. Marcus gave me a protein shake from the cooler and walked me through a simple meal plan.

I work quickly, wanting to capture this moment before it slips away, although it’s not easy to focus when he looks so damn good, both in person and on paper. My voice grows husky as I cheekily suggest, “Remove your shirt.” Arthur’s eyes widen. “Anatomy practice,” I say, although we both know it’s more than that. Arthur holds my gaze as he reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one fluid motion. My breath catches at the sight of his bare chest—familiar territory, yet somehow new again. Five years have only enhanced his physique, adding definition to his already impressive muscles. I don’t know how he finds the time to work out with his busy schedule, not that I’m

If they didn’t have any safety concerns, I supposed that I shouldn’t, either. “Anyway, you’ll just be doing your usual workout thing but double-timed—” “Double-timed?” “You know, faster. To really build up the hype for the gear you’ll be wearing. Don’t worry, it’ll only be for 30 seconds per exercise, tops.” “Hmm.” I was really starting to distrust the phrase “don’t worry”. When I looked at Arthur, he smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. “All right,” I said as I turned back to Chrissy. “Anything else?”

Arthur spat with venom. “Calm down! Uncle Aram and I will talk to you later. But now we are going to train. You get to spar with Damien,” she said steel in her voice. Both Damien and Ada knew they could force the teenager into “training” by just provoking a fight. And that’s how the following few hours passed. Arthur was fuming at first attacking Damien and sometimes Ada, which was intercepted by her puppet Alpha every time. He had to admit the guy was super strong and felt dangerous. After some time, Arthur was getting too tired to even get off the ground. How long had it been? He felt like he had gotten off the ground at least fifty times. The fucking animal didn’t even look like he had be