Brawly Gym Novels & Stories

“That’s the gym.” “The gym?” I repeated, surprised. “Why would Alexander want to meet me there?” James shrugged. “Many members of our pack use this gym. He might be finishing a workout and figured he’d meet you there.” “Maybe,” I said, considering it. I hadn’t pictured Alexander as someone who worked out regularly, but of course, a physique like his wasn’t maintained by sitting in an office all day. James led me easily to the gym, a plain brick building. Inside, the scent of lemon and soap greeted us. The gym’s decor was simple and clean, and all the equipment looked brand new.

Divya, Rachna's ever-attentive maid, trailed behind them, her arms laden with Rachna's workout essentials - a fluffy towel, a sleek water bottle, and a pair of pristine white gloves. As they stepped into the gym, the air thrummed with the quiet energy of countless workouts. The space was bathed in soft, natural light, the equipment gleaming invitingly. Rubi's eyes swept over the room, taking in the state-of-the-art machines and the mirrored walls that reflected every movement.

Selene answered. “I do my best not to fight since that happened. I never meant to hurt Blaine. It was just a reaction.” I said. “Do you have an area picked out to train?” Paisley asked. “I have a home gym. It’s right through those doors.” I said pointing to the right side of the house. “Let’s go see what you have in there.” Craig said skeptically. “It’s a complete gym. Free weights, machines, yoga mats, balance balls, and the French doors open out onto the yard.” I said.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

I said simply. A pause. Then a knowing sigh. “That bad?” I grinned. “That good.” Dylan chuckled. "Alright, give me thirty. I’ll meet you there." The underground gym was dimly lit, the air thick with sweat, blood, and raw aggression. This wasn’t some fancy fitness center with overpriced protein shakes and personal trainers. This was a cage. A place where men came to fight, to break themselves down and build themselves back up again. Dylan was already warming up by the time I arrived, rolling his shoulders as he eyed me.

Wondering what to do next because going out wasn't an option right now, I remembered—the gym. I’d been shown it during the tour, but it barely registered at the time. Adrian’s sanctuary, they’d called it. Fitting, considering how good his muscles looked. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to kill time and shake off some of this restless energy and get rid of a little weight, maybe. I made my way to the glass door and pushed it open, stepping inside for the first time. The space was painted in grey, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a sweeping view of the city on one side, and the streets on the other.

Timothy stood in the bustling gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his body to the limit. The rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, the clang of weights, and the hum of conversation filled the air. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of his life and focus on his own strength and determination. Amidst the rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, his phone suddenly vibrated in his gym bag. Timothy paused, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, as he fished out his phone and saw his father's name flashing on the screen.

“Ha! Such a humble guy. I can’t wait to see if you live up to your own hype.” “You’ll see in a few minutes.” He pulled into the parking lot, and before I knew it, we were inside the gym. It was a cavern of punching bags, mats, treadmills, weights, and weight machines. In the center of it all was a giant octagonal cage. Bryan gave me a quick tour, pointing out the spa, the locker rooms, and finally stopping in one of the smaller, mat-lined areas. “And this is where you will come to know true pain,” he said with a wink.

One hand glided beneath the material of my dress as he whispered "How should I correct this behavior?" Other times we stroll in the gardens when the weather is nice. Sometimes, like today, if I’m feeling up to it, I join him in the gym downstairs, it is more like a training facility, with thick blue mats spread out in the middle of the room, a shooting range at the far left, guns decorating one side of the walls, another lined with targets and dummies. On the other side is a punching bag and rolls of gloves and tapes for protection.

All of us wanted to destroy it and its leader. Pulling up to base, we unloaded our gear and parked the van in the garage out back. Our base was a warehouse building disguised as an elite gym. In the front was Domino’s Gym, owned by Chief. In the back of the warehouse, was all the government equipment we could ask for. To patrons, our team all worked at the gym. Badger was in charge of martial arts and kickboxing classes, while Buddha was in charge of weight training and yoga classes. Arrow and Chief ran self defense classes and helped oversee operations