Gojo Gym Figure Novels & Stories

“Fine, I will let you know if I see anyone eye-catching.” I ended the call and slung the gym bag over my shoulder. Perhaps it was odd to be this excited about the training that would most likely exhaust my entire body, but the sole decision to go there made me feel stronger. *** Lee Joon Woo was a man in his late fifties… looking like he was in his early forties. He was a specialist in probably all the martial arts known to man, and I had no doubt that his body was a killing machine. As dangerous as he might have been to his opponents, he greeted all class participants with a warm smile and a polite bow.

My eyes twinkled with joy and my lips were curled into a wide smile as I stepped further into the gym, taking in the appearance. Looks like I just found my new happy place. It'd be a breeze to work out in a place like this. As I crossed the room, heading for the walking ramp placed at a section of the room, a figure in the mirror crossed my eyes. I gripped the arm of my chair, my chest clamping and slowly turned to the direction of the figure. Abs. Abs covered in a sheen of sweat, muscles rippling as he pumped the weight in his hand. My eyes drifted downwards, to the waistband of his grey joggers that was dark with sweat, to his hand resting on his thighs.

The man’s body shivered, and he was sent tumbling down the platform while screaming in pain. After stumbling off the ground, he screamed at Tojo. “Fight me again if you dare, you little bastard!” “You’re not worthy! You can’t even take a single hit!” Tojo pridefully crossed his arms. “Next! Let me have a taste!” A tall and skinny man hopped onto the platform. He posed his arms to resemble a tiger and a crane. “Please!” He quickly dished out a few moves at the same time, finally getting Tojo to move. However, he was sent flying down the platform with the scabbard in just three moves.

She eyed the staff through the window—another one, this time Japanese, his muscled arms flexing as he raked the sand. The family scattered, each drawn to their own distractions—none of them blind to the feast of male perfection surrounding them. ************************** The gym was cavernous, empty except for the clank of plates and the hum of AC. Rico stood by the squat rack, his bare torso slick with sweat, every muscle carved like dark marble. He was a monster—six-five at least, with shoulders that stretched the seams of possibility. His black hair curled damp against his neck, framing a face all sharp angles and cocky grins.

In the restaurant, Joey and Gusto sat across from each other in one corner and kept on discussing what they've gone through after the Academy. The aroma of the dishes, the music, and the smile of someone who cares, is a fragment of heaven. A chance to enjoy the company of one another and want to have more is what they always feel whenever they are together. Gusto had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique.

“Hey, Luca.” I pressed my eyes shut, tightly when I heard Jojo’s voice. I turned to see her in a body fit tight and crop top, jogging up to us. I dropped the dumbbells and stretched my legs. “What are you doing here, Jojo?” I asked her. “Aren’t you supposed to be training the young shewolves?”

Chapter Sixty Three Zara’s POV stood in the middle of the bustling gym, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Sweat glistened on my forehead as I raised my head as my eyes landed on an imposing figure. He was tall and muscular, with a raw power emanating from him that seemed to command attention. His rugged features were accentuated by a pair of piercing amber eyes, glinting with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if he had been forged by the very essence of strength itself.

She knew that there will be too few people at this time. When she reached the park, she was surprised to see a tall figure exiting the park. The tall figure was covered in sweat. His wet t-shirt was highlighting his abs and his wet forehead made the hair into spikes hanging down on it. ‘Woah!’ Su Yeon got busy checking him out. She quickly drove towards him and called, “Mr Secretary!” On the other hand, to get himself energized, Gon came out for jogging after he was done with the exercise. He wanted to experience what the people in this era does when they came here to exercise.

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.

My brain needed to work faster than my movements. "This is our last training session, so it is going to be the toughest one," Leo said as he walked into the gym. I would agree to whatever, as long as it would help me survive Kylo's challenge. I was about to head to the locker room to change into my Gi when Leo grabbed my wrist, shaking his head. "This is what you are going to wear tonight." He handed me a short spandex top and a pair of leggings. "This?" I widened my eyes in disbelief, "Do you want me to dress like a 1980's Miss Fitness?"