Mikasa Ackerman Workout Novels & Stories

"How… How did you get so lucky?" Lucky? Did he think this was just luck? Angela forced an awkward smile. "I trained with a… retired kickboxing champion. Sorry for making a fool of myself, Mr. Mack." Austin chimed in, "Angela is extremely dedicated. She wakes up at five every morning to train, just to—" "But even if she turns herself into a tough-as-nails Barbie, I still won't acknowledge her. You both should give up on that idea." Erwin let out a cold huff before turning around and limping away.

I could have sworn only men were warriors in the Jade Moon Pack. I did my best to pry my eyes away and hoped no one noticed me staring at her like a lecher. I cleared my throat, completely forgetting what exercises I’d planned for the day. “Okay,” I finally said. “We’re going to start the day off by doing some bench press. I want everyone to work up to their one rep max so we know what we need to double in the next three months.” “Three months?” A woman in her forties, named Mariya, gasped.

Marcus wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of moisture across his dark skin, while Jake continued his bicep curls with weights that made soft thuds each time they touched down. With a smile on his face, Caleb pocketed the dollar bills in his back pocket and turned towards Liam, who laid down on a bench, lifting a barbell with 15kg weight on each side above his head. The metal bar gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and Liam's muscles strained against the weight. His breathing came in controlled bursts, each exhale creating small puffs in the cooler air near the floor.

She wore a crooked grin, sweat darkening the collar of her training shirt. **AIDEN** "Come on, Kira. You’re moving like you skipped breakfast." **AKIRA**, younger by a year, barefoot and fierce, adjusted her stance. Her long braid swung over her shoulder as she shifted her weight. **AKIRA** "That’s because you knocked it out of me five minutes ago." He lunged, playful but fast. She blocked, barely, and stumbled back. They danced like that for several minutes—him pushing, her adapting. She wasn’t as strong, but she was quick, and smart, and stubborn as hell.

However, his loyal crushes didn't even care about those comments. I avoided him in multiple ways. Until one night in the middle of the semester, I saw him. I was on my way to an integration event where the lower and upper semester guys were going to be together. I was dressed in a black skirt and black blouse. I had brown hair and brown eyes, my face looked round. I saw Jared leaning against a tree as if he was having difficulty walking. No one had seen him because everyone was busy at the mid-semester event. I decided to approach for the first time, I confirmed that it was Jared Ackerman, the most loved by the girls in college.

I moved towards the sounds of fists hitting something when I saw her. Mila. She was attacking one of the heavy punching bag at the far end of the gym. She wore a fitted tank top and sleek black leggings, her movements fluid and precise. The fabric clung to her, outlining the thickness of her legs that tensed with every movement. Her hair was tied back into a bushy ponytail, the curls bouncing around with her movements and a few strands sticking to her damp forehead. Sweat covered her exposed arms and legs like a sheen that glowed under the fluorescent lights.

she greeted calmly. "Please, no titles. Just call me by my name," I replied. She nodded. "Have you ever undergone physical training or even regularly exercised?" Alexia inquired. "I never felt the need, as I've always been in good shape. Moreover, I was either swamped with work or not allowed to train in my previous pack, which I eventually fled," I explained. Alexia directed me to start with some stretches, introducing me to a training regimen. An hour later, I was out of breath while Alexia remained as composed as ever, not breaking a sweat. She recommended we call it a day, seeing my exhaustion.

I take a drink of water and start up again. "This should be nothing for you," he says. "The day accidentally told you we were your mates, you were pushing the treadmill to everything it's got," "I didn't have to worry about shifting into a big ass dog that could level the entire building," I pant. "And my muscles weren't sore from shifting," His eyes soften and he nods but doesn't ease up. Miles helps Every while Micca and I push the boundaries of my body and not in the fun way I've dreamt about. At the end of the workout, Miles had a metal ice tub ready for me.

He said, waiting for me to alight. I got down, thankful that I wasn’t one of those women who wore skirts all the time. The wind bit into my body. Damon dropped the bag on the floor, a little dust rising off the ground. “Alright, let’s get to work.” *** “Who knew you were this out of shape?” Kira said as my chest rose and fell, sweat covering my skin under the training tank top Damon had thought to have in the duffel. My hair stuck to my neck and my fingers aches from the wraps. I flexed the fingers.

“And feeling your muscles, Kimberly, I know damned well your workout takes more than five minutes!” Kim was surprised — but not very — to see that the Douglas gym had all the same units hers did. She and Brad felt right at home. Lisa ran through a similar workout, but with not nearly the number of reps nor the weights that Kim used. She decided that her bedmate was the most perfectly conditioned woman she had ever seen.