Jetblack Trainer Fan Novels & Stories

Red stains. He looked at me for a moment longer. He breathed. “This is my site. My training centre. My pack, Skyler Gale. I would not have you wearing a black Radar in my centre. I'm training a shifter, not an assassin.” My heart thumped one extra beat. That was so close… Newsflash: he was actually training an assassin. And he was doing it by choice.

" ZTBX, YRPY, BIG, KLY, TWO, NODH, SONE, RSTW, DNC, HUNI, TOPS, YROB, ZXGB, AXES, " " GWU, NBK, PRUD, BCHE, RHS, BXCS, KLBP, NOT, CBX, HTD, SKT, QUEST, DEATH, LYB, BLKQ" The cheers got louder when their team was called. "Looks like half of the people here are BLKQ's fans hahaha," said the host. "Yeah, those cheers are amazing but the next group I will be calling probably has the most fans here, I’m talking about the XIX Tier!"

“Hey, look at me.” I tried to breathe. It hurt. “I’m fine,” I lied. He let out a harsh breath. “Don’t do that.” The trainer skated over, sliding to a stop. “Don’t move her,” Blake snapped. The trainer shot him a look. “I need space.” Blake didn’t move. Not until the ref tugged his arm. “Let them work.” He shifted back an inch. Barely. I hated that he looked that scared. Goal at this moment?

says Ace. “I would say he is not allowed to be a part of Luna’s guard team ever, nor the future children. I think you should remove him from head trainer to the high school trainer. Have him train our teens, not our warriors during his probation. All goes well he can get his position back,” Jackson suggests. “I say we kill him,” Ace says more frustrated. “Yeah, I’ll train the warriors for now. I don’t mind the extra work and I don’t need to train with the other teens anyway,” Jayden volunteers.

I forgot one of the reasons why I mindlinked Justin to begin with. “Justin! What is this new female trainer’s name?!” I shouted through the link. Annoyed that I forgot to ask him the first time and that it’s not included on this fund request to begin with. “Oh shit! It’s ummm... Diamond. Diamond Tannerman. She is coming from the Eclipse Pack out of Washington, Alpha.” He responded quickly. Good. At least he remembered her name.

Skyler knew exactly where to go and at no point did she get lost, we stopped in front of a soccer pitch and I saw that there was a group of people training there, they're tired, but there was a man with long black hair wearing a trainer's uniform in the middle shouting at the others to do more push-ups. "Sebastian!" Skyler spoke up. The man in the trainer's uniform was startled and looked back. "That's not what I told them to do!" Skyler crossed his arms. The people who were training looked at Skyler relieved. "That's just the warm-up!" Sebastian replied. He has brown eyes and a somewhat cleaner face, no beard, and a rounder chin. "I know... I know..." Skyler said. "I'll pretend I believe it

But why? He was a 6 feet tall men, muscline figure with white beard on his face. His features didn't soften for a second as he watched us deeply while standing on the row. His track stopped right in front of me and I felt, Ethan giving me tense stare. Coach Jonathan spoke to me for the first time, " Ares Thatcher, you might be the best player of JK but we have different standard of training. You have to prove your worth to us. Don't get so cool headed, thinking that you are a best player and always remain the best. Time changes so does people and opportunities."

Jace suggested. “A banjo pick?” “Yeah, they slip over the tip of your finger. You don’t have to hold them.” Trey sighed. “Fuuuuck, this sucks.” He shook his head. “I suck.” Sed clapped him on the back vigorously. “We should have conked you on the head years ago. The fans love it.” “The fans love that I suck?” Sed shook his hand. “The fans love your devotion. They know you’re out there for them.”

He was a shifter and he was marked. “Listen, I do personal training on the side. I know so much about it that I figured I could earn a couple of extra bucks,” he began, extending his hand, “My name is Trey.” “I’m Jaycob, but I have to decline your offer. I don’t really have extra money to spend. Thank you for offering though,” I said, grabbing my water bottle. “I don’t want money from you,” he said, making my brows furrow. “I saw your scores in Henderson’s class and I’m failing. I was wondering if we could come to some sort of arrangement. I’ll train you pro-bono and you can tutor me,” he offered, an award winning smile plastered on his face.

He lashed out immediately. “You could at least sit for a while.” I tried convincing him. He sighed impatiently and faced me. “Bella.” His eyes moved slowly over my body. “Didn't I told you not to talk to me until I've began to see changes on those body?” The words hit like a punch. “If you and your trainer keeps wasting my money, prepare to stop those training sessions.” My chest tightened. I lowered my eyes. I was lost in thoughts. He turned and continued upstairs. Only then did it hit me fully. Jake. Ryan was already halfway to our bedroom. My feet moved before my brain caught up. I rushed after him.