Novel & Cerita Gym Leaders Black And White

’ Just then, the door opened and seven men and three women rushed in. Six of them were dressed in black and silver leather, silver stakes and swords adorning their bodies. Each of them have a little symbol on their chest, similar in fact to Alfred’s get up, but unlike Alfred’s, theirs denoted their rank in the guild. Their leader, a frail looking specimen with brown hair and dark eyes, had a wing with three jaguar paws underneath it. My eyes flitted away from him immediately. If they hadn’t butchered my Sven, he would have become captain. This little tramp was occupying my beloved’s position.

I keep pushing until my thighs tremble and I’m heaving so hard I might puke. The time ticks down, and I stumble off the machine. I stand in the middle of the room, trying to regain my breath, then gulp water from the fountain. Nausea eases slightly, and when I straighten, I start. A person stands in the shadows of the alcove entrance. I back away and bump into the mirrors, until they step into the light. Greyson. In black slacks and a white collared shirt, a black puffer jacket unzipped over it. I tilt my head, wondering why he’s standing in a random basement gym. Dressed like that.

A black man of average height and bulging muscles said and jogged to meet Wilson who stood rooted to the ground at the entrance. "Hello, hello! You look like you could use some help. I am Smith. The owner of Black Rose Gym. The only gym filled with love that is built from grit and sweat and sometimes blood. Everyone here is a subscribed member but since, you have only come here today for the first time, I will give you a free week to see for yourself just how great this gym is." Smith introduced. "Come with me! Come with me." He said and dragged Wilson by the arm around the gym, introducing and explaining the functions of each equipment.

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

“The next team is from our very own Asher City and are led by our very own legend, Black Saga! With indomitable force they have swept through all who have barred their paths and are here today, holding the mantle of hope for our city. Let’s invite the Black Team to join us!” The audience erupted into loud applause and amidst the raucous cheering of the home support, a team of four men clad entirely in black made their way onto the field. Leading them was a man even taller than Vital Orange. This man was almost 2 and a half meters in height, and his arms were as thick as a tree trunk. A large rod was strapped diagonally to his back, and his threatening aura was intoxicating. He had a gentle s

Tia said, and then added, "You should put on some clothes and head to the gym. We haven't tested our leg since we got shot." "You think it would be fine to go back k to training now?" I inquired, sitting up. "Absolutely," Tia answered, and I accepted, ordering Lyra to get me one of my gym wears. Lyra brought out a pair of pink gym pants with black stripes on it and a black gym vest. In her other hand was a black gym pant and black vest. I opted for the bright colours. I didn't want to wear black black like I was mourning someone's death.

The gym was very spacious, with multiple pieces of gym equipment around the room. After a couple of minutes. the guy training Rockwell lift the weight from his hand and kept it. Rockwell stood up from the bench and collected a bottle of water that was on the floor close to the bench. He opened the bottle of water and poured some water on his face. He was wearing a black singlet and black gym shorts. The gym room was painted black and white, with a few paintings on the wall. "You can leave now. " Rockwell said staring at the gym instructor.

“Good. Then you’ll assist me in the gym downstairs tonight. I need someone to track my sets and keep time. Be there at nine sharp. Don’t be late.” My stomach flipped. “Yes, sir.” I showed up in leggings and a fitted tank top, telling myself they were just practical gym clothes. The private gym had black mats, heavy weights, and mirrors on every wall. Roman was already there in gray sweatpants and a tight black compression shirt that showed every ridge of muscle. Sweat glistened on his neck. My p*ssy throbbed at the sight. “Start the timer,” he ordered without looking at me, loading the barbell.

I nod, and her smile widens. “Let me show you how to do it. I’m a second year, so I’m familiar with this routine.” Something inside me loosens and I smile back. “Thank you.” Together we haul the equipment into place. The gym is extravagant, polished floors gleaming, mirrors stretching across the walls, expensive machines lining the edges. No expense spared as usual. Money poured into luxury for the higher ranks, while omegas break their backs to keep it all perfect. Bastards, every single one of them.

That night, I use the overnight key he gave me after session one. The gym is dark except for the red EXIT signs and the moonlight through the windows. Completely empty. Alex is already there, standing by the squat rack in black compression shorts and nothing else. “Strip to sports bra and leggings,” he orders the second I walk in. “We’re working on depth tonight.” I peel off my hoodie and shorts, left in baby-pink set. He circles me like a shark. “Get under the bar.” I step up, grip the knurling, unrack the weight. He stands directly behind me, chest to my back, hands over mine on the bar.