Mikasa Ackerman Workout Novels & Stories

“Why are you getting thinner?” Saka sighed softly. “Not skinny Mom. Saka just exercises to maintain his weight. Even though he’s skinny. Saka has a lot of sixpacks.” Saka laughed softly.

Dozens of women in lightweight training armor were sparring in pairs, moving with a fluid, deadly grace that spoke of years of relentless discipline. But Mwajuma’s eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the largest sparring ring. A woman stood there alone, waiting. She was not built like Mwajuma or the blacksmiths. She was tall, but her musculature was lean, coiled, and incredibly defined, like a striking viper. Her skin was a flawless, warm copper, glowing with a light sheen of sweat under the violet sun. She wore a simple training outfit—a tight, dark binding wrapped around her chest and loose, flowing trousers that allowed for explosive movement. Her hair was a crown of short, perfe

If anyone else had dared that move, they’d be bleeding on the floor by now. But Miriam barely noticed him. Her fingers absentmindedly carded through his hair, soft and mechanical. Across the room, the thuds of sparring gloves echoed off the walls. Moses and Mika were at it again near the far end, their footwork soft but focused. Mika’s short hair stuck to her forehead, and a faint sheen of sweat glistened along her collarbone. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched.

She only had her panties on and brassiere. Sienna envied this Japanese woman. She had such a sexy body and long legs too. Then there were the abs on her. This was a physically built woman who had spent years of training in Martial arts. Nagisa returned back to Sienna and stood over her. The two women stared at each other in silent.

ESMERALDA'S POV The gym is my sanctuary now. Four weeks of training with Marcus Damien's handpicked personal trainer and my body barely resembles what it was when I left Julian. I'm stronger. Leaner. More defined. Every morning at six, I'm here. Pushing myself. Building muscle. Becoming someone Julian won't recognize. Becoming a weapon. "Good," Marcus says as I finish my final set of deadlifts. "Form is perfect. You've come a long way."

In love with him. Watching her now, standing so far out of reach, the truth is clawing its way to the surface. Bitter. Undeniable. His attention doesn’t waver, even as blood drips from his hand, pooling on the countertop. He can’t stop staring. *** Across the city, Ackworth slams the dumbbells onto the gym floor, the clinking sound reverberating through the room. Sweat gleams on his bare chest as he reaches for a towel, swiping it across his face. His apartment gym is silent except for his labored breathing—until Sienna’s voice on the television booms.

Her body swayed to the side just in time as something heavy crashed beside her, creating a crater in the ground. Akiko recognised the tall, dark and muscular big-busted babe. Skilled in archery and wrestling, this woman could take any men out. She was one of the older candidates, and even among the big three, only Liu Feng would match her in strength. The Seer’s lithe killing machine body and Oritha “Amazonian” Silva’s powerhouse body were on a completely different level from hers and Johan. However, there was one thing that Akiko had that might work against this formidable opponent.

“But to give you the short detail, I shifted.” “Oh no, you don’t get to hide all the juicy details,” Mika said, shaking her head, “but I will grant you a free card right now, but you have to fill me up with the details before I leave.” I nodded. “So, you’re training now?” Mika asked as she looked at the training building more closely, and then her eyes fell to the moonlight warriors. “Yes,” I replied, following her eyes. “Kathy is my trainer.” I pointed at the tall, beautiful woman who was speaking with Dave. I walked closer to her. She turned to face us just in time for me to reach her.

she asked. Celeste nodded once. “It will be, if you keep training.” Riley could see the way Cassandra’s hands tightened at her sides. Hope did that. It made people look fragile before it made them strong. Aki shifted his weight and looked toward the girl. “That’s the first one,” he said, tone lighter than usual. “No pressure, but it’s kind of a historic moment.” Riku shot him a dry look. “You just heard yourself say ‘no pressure’ and thought that sounded helpful?”