Gym Launch Novels & Stories

I marched out of the war room, heading straight for the large gym in the lower levels of the compound. The space was completely empty at this hour, a vast, stone-lined structure filled with heavy iron weights, leather striking posts, and the waters that refresh both the body and spirit. I stripped off my leather shirt, tossing it onto a wooden bench, my bare chest gleaming under the low lights. I didn't waste time with any warm-up. I walked directly over to the heavy iron bar resting on the heavy rack that had been loaded with massive, solid plates that would have crushed a lesser wolf's spine.

The private gym in my basement is quiet, filled with nothing but low music from my earpods and the steady clink of metal. “Good morning, sir.” My assistant's voice comes through the line, clear and professional, which is the baseline I pay him for . “Your schedule is not too tight today, just the standard beginning of week department meetings from nine, three back to back appointments in the afternoon, and the charity gala tonight for the launch of the new orphanage home we invested in. It’s for public validation, so your presence is expected.” I switch the dumbbell to my right hand. “Why am I just finding out about the gala now?”

“Geez. Thanks, man“ Clearing my throat, I walked out of the room before him. “Whatever. Let's just go and workout“ “Have you used the university's gym before?“ Gayla asks, strolling behind me with his gym bag slinged over his back. I quirked my brow up. “This university has a gym?“ Gayla looked at me as though I'd just asked one of the most ridiculous questions. “Where do you we're going to workout?“ I shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe the training grounds?“ Gayla chuckled. “If Lord Kingsley were to ever find us suing the training ground for something else other than training, he won't hesitate to give us deductions points“ “Is the old man that strict?“ “More stricter than you could possibly ph

He Introduced him to her in the living-room downstairs as Victor and led them through the corridor to the gym which was the last room at the end of the corridor. Inside the gym, there were three exercise bikes, one elliptical, one cross trainer, two treadmills, dumb bells of several sizes and few other fitness machines. "Impressive." Victor commended. "Thank you." Lemuel said, taking Inara's hand in his. "I'll have a word with my wife outside before you begin." "Sure." Inara followed Lemuel out of the gym and into the hallway, walking till they were out of earshot. "Victor comes highly recommended. But the moment he gets unprofessional, I want to hear it, all right?"

“It’s temporary.” “That’s what people say before they lock someone away forever.” Something flickered in his eyes then irritation mixed with something darker. Something almost wounded. “I’m trying to keep you alive.” “And I’m trying not to lose my mind.” For a moment neither of us spoke. Then his gaze softened just slightly. “Get dressed,” he said quietly. “Training starts in ten minutes.” The underground gym was brutal. Cold concrete floors. Heavy black mats. Weapons lining the walls. Punching bags hanging from steel beams overhead. Everything smelled like sweat, leather, and violence.

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

Jax. I left a note on the kitchen counter "Gym, back later, S" and i got the hell out --- The gym was one of those stupidly expensive boutique places in the nice part of this crazy city. It's very nice with exposed brick and industrial lighting and equipment that probably cost more than my car.

Michael Lockwood. My father is talking about doing business with him. Maybe I will get an introduction next time I see him. Not that he would care anyway. Meet Logan Carter My name is Logan and I am a celebrity personal trainer. I own an exclusive gym in New York where only the elite of New York come training. We overcharge but they have the privacy they need. No phones or cameras are allowed in the gym. Everything is left at reception inside a vault. You might think I overreact but I value everyone’s privacy.

Then she re-entered the mansion. She had never stepped foot in the home gym before. Opening the door to enter, Grainne was so surprised that his eyes made an o and his mouth a letter a. This is no ordinary home gym. To be more precise, a professional gym! Treadmills, spinning bikes, gym machines, it's all there. Grainne seemed to have picked up gold, so excited that she wanted to scream, but afraid that others would hear her, she quickly covered her mouth.

That will help. "Thank you. Here is the name of the gym." "GYM VMT, that's the name of the gym you'll be attending. They are open Monday to Friday from six in the morning to eight at night, and Saturdays from eight in the morning to five in the afternoon. Please try not to miss any sessions. They will keep a record of your attendance and cameras will be watching. This is important for us. We need this project to be better than what we expect." "It's an honor," I nod. "Can I leave now? I need to set my expectations, motivation, and figure out everything I need to buy to achieve results." I look at myself from head to toe.