Jahmee Harris Train Novels & Stories

I think he actually likes you a lot. “Yeah,” Jill murmured thoughtfully, “I think so.” 'Ladies,' Harriet clapped her hands loudly and the kitchen was quiet, 'enough lazing about. Starting today, things will get serious again, and I expect your full commitment. We will focus on running training for the next three days. You all still look like an elephant on stilts on the catwalk, clumsy and wooden. On Thursday, the decision will depend solely on your run, so get on your knees. For this purpose I have invited Lindsay Edwards. Some of you may know her, she was a model herself and now runs one of the most successful modeling schools in the country. She'll be here around noon and use the time bet

I say in a question not sure what to say now. "Yes Elijah, I wanted to tell you my assistant is dropping some clothes off for Toby, your house is being kitten proof for you as we talk" She says. I did have a contract with her, it said she'll help and sponsor me while I get my little. She got a fair amount of cash in return, but it was a fair deal for everyone. "Thank you Belle" I say, we both hear a crash next to her. "I got to go Elijah, call me if you need anything" she said before ending the call.

But now she had a plan. She touched herself under the sheets. Her fingers moved between her legs. Nothing happened. No spark. No wetness. Just the same old nothing. Tears came again. "Tomorrow," she told herself. "Everything changes tomorrow." The next morning her phone rang. The voice on the other end was deep and smooth. "Rebecca Carter? This is Liam Jakes. I will be your personal trainer at the Institute. Can you come in at ten?" Her heart beat fast. "Yes. I will be there."

The single, private sheet of ice was illuminated by low-hanging stadium lamps that cast harsh, focused pools of white light onto a surface that was deliberately kept harder, faster, and colder than any commercial rink. Liam stood by the rusted iron player gate, his fingers curling tightly over the top of the scratched boards. He was wearing his black training gear, but the oversized gray Warriors hoodie Jaxson had given him was still pulled low over his hips, a massive shield against the subterranean chill. Beneath the thick cotton, his left shoulder felt securely bound. Jaxson had kept his promise; before they left the penthouse, the captain had forced him onto the training table and meticu

“Keep this up and you’ll be ready for the next showcase.” Elias nodded, pride warming his chest. “Thank you.” As he headed to the locker room for a break, his phone buzzed. A text from Jax. Jax: How’s training? Miss you like crazy already. Elias smiled, typing back quickly while walking. Elias: Good. Just finished run-throughs. Triple axel felt solid today. Miss you too. You? Jax: Brutal practice. Coach is riding us hard. Can’t stop thinking about you on the ice. Send me a pic later?

Jim looks at the little girl and extends his big hand to her. “Erina, I am delighted with your ambition. Know that it will be hard training. Shadow Moon has been the cup holder for years and wants to keep their position," the trainer told her. He shakes her hand and Erina stares straight at him. “They want to keep it and I want it. We'll see who succeeds, trainer," she says confidently. "I'll be here tomorrow after combat training for swimming lessons." Jim's eyebrows shoot up. "Tomorrow already? Well, I hoped all my athletes were as active and motivated as you, Erina. I'll be there. See you tomorrow then." He nods at me and walks back to the older swimmers waiting for him.