Gym Leaders Black And White Novels & Stories

Be as fast as you can. "Okay, Good day Boss, I am the team leader of team two, we were positioned at the Whitefang training ground were we mixed along with them and participated together with them in their trainings without their knowledge, we watched the way the pack trained, their fighting style and how their groupings were usually structured. We found out that they are really simple minded as all their moves are old and unrefined, it's still remains a wonder how they are capable of winning all the battles and invasions they had in the past, But with further investigation those parts will be revealed."

They also have a tight relationship with the City's Police, so the Police department usually do not give a fuck about the gym’s bloody affairs. I still can't figure out why Nate is fighting in such a place. In such an atmosphere. Maybe I might be lucky to get the chance to ask him why someday. Or maybe tonight. After getting out of the car and shutting our doors, we head towards the entrance. Four hefty men that definitely look like heavy bouncers parade the entrance, dressed in all black. I can't believe I am here, but the thrill of getting to see Nate still keeps me walking forward. My skin pricks with the vibrant roars and energy pulsating from within the gym as we approach the entrance,

In addition to the few people following her, dozens of figures quickly fell down and followed her at an extremely fast speed. "Humph, hand over the things obediently. For the sake of your beauty, at least you can enjoy the wonderful process of being a woman tonight. Otherwise, the first time in your life will be the nightmare that you will never forget." Dozens of figures landed on the ground, and the leader sneered. Although he was dressed in white, his whole body exuded an extremely strange blood-black color. His face was covered with a black cloth, which made it hard for others to see his face clearly. They could only see the scarlet and horrible look in his eyes.

These three men in black were all about 30 or 40 years old, and each of them looked fierce. In particular, the leader was thin and tall, and his pair of vicious eyes made people dare not look at him directly, which made people's scalps go numb. The tall and thin man still looked sick. After coming in, he stood there lazily. "Brother Long, you're finally here! I'm so anxious!" Seeing the three men in black coming, Gong Hu immediately got up from the hospital bed and said to the tall and thin leader.

I whispered to myself. “Let's go, Calli”, Nica grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I was amazed at what I saw, it was so vast and so many equipments here. The kettle bells, horizontal seated leg press, cable biceps bar, chest press, rowing machines, hanging leg raise, thread mill and many more. The boxing ring can be seen in the middle of this fitness gym. “Have you decided yet?”, Greyson asked as he stopped punching the punching bag. He took some water and drank it. I can see his beautiful adams apple every time he swallows. I looked away when he turned to me.

You’re here to train, not find a date. I don’t have time to beat myself up more, because that’s when one of the black-eyed instructors steps forward. He’s tall and lanky, while his companion, a woman, is smaller and curvier. They both have that same eerie look about them and the same uniform as the guards. It must be a uniform for staff and I wonder if it’s comfortable. The leather looks soft, not shiny at all, and it covers them from the neck down.

I greeted the receptionist, and after a short conversation, she gestured for us to look over the gym if it was to our liking. Taking the door by the right, the room was filled with men stationed at different gym equipment. Some were bulky with defined muscles, and some were slim, hoping to become bulky with defined muscles. But one thing they had in common—they were all sweaty. “Why does this look like heaven?” Romi’s eyes roamed around the room, taking in the sight. The gray walls and the black floor, the wall-to-ceiling glass windows—it all looked like a deja vu. I had seen this somewhere. Hastily, I pulled out my phone and searched through Alex’s socials—he gyms here.

The gym at 2:17 a.m. belonged to no one and everyone. Fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, half the bank switched off to save power, casting long shadows across the black rubber flooring. Free weights clanged in the distance, only one other lifter, headphones on, lost in his own world. The air smelled of chalk dust, metal, and the sharp bite of disinfectant.

I went to the metal door and two guards were standing there, blocking the entrance, "Name," said one of them. "Black Wind," I replied. I saw the color drain from there faces and they both gulped. I smirked. They then opened the door and they let me in. The gym was empty, good. I wrapped my hands up and started my workout.

I ignore her and push through the dented metal door into the warmth and noise of the gym. Inside, the air is thick with the sharp tang of sweat and the rhythmic smack of gloves on leather. The old neon sign hums overhead. A few heads turn when they see me. The regulars nod in my direction, giving me that silent respect that comes from a hundred bruised knuckles and cracked ribs. “Jace Blackwell. Look who decided to drag his pretty ass in here on a weekday.”