Brawly Gym Novels & Stories

' Janet replied as she bit into her sausage 'So , tell me about your first day at the gym' she smiled at Karen At the mention of the gym, Karen started blushing all over again and the smile returned to her face. Clearing her throat , Janet stared at her with a suspicious glance 'You too like gist ' Karen couldn't hold back her laugh anyone 'Okay, I met a guy at the gym, his name is Quinn. Well, his actually the gym instructor there You really need to see this guy, he has this uhmm sexy aura around gum and his built, oh my God ! is heavenly. Not to talk about his face, his a light skinned guy and I desperately want to get under his skin' Karen said the last statement with a little shiver as t

Gamma Brett is waiting for me in the hallway, his blank expression tells me, he has been told of the situation and he turns as soon as he sees me and walks to the stairway that leads down the the cells and the Alpha’s personal weight room. He can’t always get to the gym that is attached to the main arena, and frankly, probably can’t get a workout in if he does go. There is always someone who wants to talk to him or ask a favor of him, so he had a portion of the cells turned into a gym with weights, hanging bags and a large area for sparring.

Flashback to the Gym I should have known something was up when we arrived and found the place empty. The gym was massive, an ultra-modern, state-of-the-art facility with sleek black and silver equipment neatly arranged in different sections. The walls were lined with mirrors that made the space feel even bigger, and recessed ceiling lights cast a bright yet soft glow over the entire area. The scent of fresh rubber and faintly lingering cologne from previous users filled the air, blending with the hum of ventilation systems.

I peeled off my sneakers and stuffed my socks inside them, relieved I’d put on fresh ones before we left. Kathrine slung her duffel over her shoulder. “I’m gonna get changed. Be back in a minute.” As she disappeared down a hallway, I wandered around, taking in the space. Framed photos and Japanese artwork decorated the walls, dragons, samurais, and village scenes. A glass case displayed tournament trophies, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The main gym was massive. Black mats covered the floor, mirrors stretched along one wall, and shelves held gloves, protective gear, and long staffs for weapons training. A group of kids in white uniforms with colorful belts stood in neat rows, eyes f

“There a gym here somewhere?” “Three doors down and to the left.” “Thanks,” I said and headed in that direction. The gym was a good-sized room with a variety of equipment and even a sparring mat on one side. I grinned and whistled in appreciation. “The rich have all the luck,” I said wistfully. “Hey Enforcer, want to spar?” “I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

The training room wasn't the mirrored gym Caelith had been using for the past two weeks. The maid led her down to a secure wing of the mansion, opening a heavy door into a sprawling, professional standard martial arts room. The space was pristine and well-lit, lined with expansive black and red interlocking floor mats that smelled faintly of fresh rubber. Rows of heavy freestanding punching bags stood like silent sentinels along the wall, and the air carried the crisp, sterile hum of a high-end ventilation system.

Showing it what I want it to do, I help to guide it into a gigantic stone gymnasium and clubhouse. There are around 10 rooms in it. The biggest one is in the middle and it is the main part of the gym. It is going to be filled with gymnastics equipment, fighting equipment, weight machines and many more items. This is going to be the room where the main amount of training is completed. There are even a few training rings for sparring. It is going to be stable enough for me to add a second story if at any point we decide that we need more room for something.