Athletic Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

Although they had a pretty rough relationship with each other under normal circumstances, Draven and Adrian knew how to work well when it came to this. I was utterly awestruck. There was something somewhat off about their impressive display... The two of them were exceptionally fast. Too fast. Not to mention the strength that went behind each kick was like nothing I had ever witnessed from a player before. It made me highly suspicious. “Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. “It’s like they’re not human or something.” “Students in Class A often undergo various sports training to better their skills,” Cathy explained. “Their physical fitness is much stronger than that of an ordinary student

His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat. "Don't worry, her body won't remember what happened. You know I won't let anyone of you recognized. These humans can be very ungrateful sometimes.", Jones grimaced and pat Clayton's shoulder as he walked past through him."I gave her a shot of sleeping meds just so she can relax. You can stay for the night but be sure to leave by eight." He glanced back at his friend when he heard that malicious tone on him. The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door.

I remembered that moment with Tristan, its arms around me, I felt like my heart was throbbing faster, I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I liked it to be with him, I had never felt that way, not even with Israel, I just know that I want to be with him, and I remembered what he mentioned yesterday” Let’s see what happens. Today we’ll start training, I’m on the College Athletics team, I don’t do a lot of tests, I just run the 5000m race and relievers, I’m good at running, after classes, I must report to coach Mattos, he’s from Jamaica, an excellent coach, he has a lot of faith in me, he thinks this will be my year, but I must work hard, and I also think this will be an excellent year

Pain is a brutal teacher. The training room is dimly lit, its concrete walls swallowing the last remnants of warmth. The scent of sweat, leather, and something sharp—maybe my own blood—clings to the air. My breath is ragged, my body screaming in protest, but Achilles doesn’t care. He moves around me like a predator, his voice cold and relentless. “Again.” My fingers twitch, curled into fists, but my vision remains shrouded in darkness. The blindfold strips me of control, leaving me vulnerable.

**GABE’S POV** The part of the Clifford gym I used for training was private. It was just me and the personal trainer. The space was large, with equipment tailored to my daily workouts. Glass walls let me see outside without being seen. While finishing my sets on the Olympic bar, preparing for the plates, I saw her. I froze, stunned. There was no way Olívia was training at the Clifford gym. Wasn’t it enough that I had to deal with her in person—now I was seeing her like a ghost everywhere?

My pulse synced with Callan’s across the room, and a low throb of shared arousal pulsed low in my gut even though we were fully dressed and surrounded by staff. Callan didn’t flinch, but through the connection I felt his jaw lock tight. His eyes flicked to mine for half a second warning, control, the same storm I was feeling. Merrick Donovan straightened, capping the syringe with practiced efficiency. The team trainer had been with the Thunder for years, seen every injury, every shortcut, every hidden scar. His blunt face showed nothing as he logged the injection in his tablet, but his eyes lingered a beat too long on Callan’s chart.

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.

The same dominant alpha was pinned to an iron slab, his massive chest breached by life-support tubes and high-potency extraction lines, while a pale, bleeding luna collapsed against his flank, her lifeforce completely draining into the tile. Sienna dragged a heavy breath into her lungs, the internal visions spinning so violently that the mechanical roar of the recruit training drills vanished from her audio sensors. The entire courtyard went dead silent. A half-second later, her neurological system locked, and her frame hit the concrete slabs like a dropped weapon. "The Okafor asset has flatlined!" Tracy roared, her voice echoing across the training grounds as she dropped to her knees to che

My finger tapped send before I could chicken out. Riley: Hey Coach, sorry for the last minute thing but any chance you have a spot open today? Like… now? Trials are killing me and I’m freaking out. I can pay extra. I tossed my phone on the bed and paced, biting my thumbnail. Dominic Reyes. Forty-five years old, built like a damn tank, covered in tattoos that peeked out from under his compression shirts. Ex-pro athlete turned private trainer. His home gym was legendary luxury equipment, mirrors everywhere, that deep commanding voice that made my stomach tighten every single time he corrected my form.

Fantine The morning after the hospital incident felt like walking through a minefield because Riley didn't let me out of his sight for a single hour, and instead of taking me to the PR office or the student lounge, he dragged me straight to the private athletic training facility at the back of the campus where the heavy mats were laid out and the smell of old leather and sweat was thick in the air. He had already changed into a pair of gray training shorts and a sleeveless shirt that showed off the heavy muscles of his back, and the way he was wrapping his hands with black cotton tape told me he wasn't planning on a standard conversation.