Mind Gym Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I went inside and started lifting small dumbbells. I paused when my senses got very strong that my ears heard a twitching sound before I heard some voices from afar, seem to be walking towards the gym. My brows crossed when I heard the word 'Guardian Alpha'. I looked around and immediately hide under the table from the corner wall. I concealed my presence so they wouldn't be able to sense me and I maximized my hearing ability with ear drops. My heart started thumping loud the more their steps were getting nearer to mine and when I heard the gym door open, I could definitely confirm that they were finally inside. I was guessing they were two or three people.

“I thought that the Alpha guy wanted only me to train.” Bell grinned and clapped her hands together. “I know, but I want to join in too! It’ll be fun, don’t you think?” Her excitement was almost childlike, and I chuckled despite myself. “Yeah, sure, why not?” As we approached the gym, the sounds from within grew louder—thuds of punches landing on heavy bags, the squeak of shoes against the floor, and shouts of exertion. My heartbeat quickened with a strange mix of anticipation and dread. When we finally pushed open the door, the first thing that caught my eye was the large ring dominating the center of the room. Two hulking men were inside, their bodies moving with a brutal kind of grace as

Just then, I noticed Justin in a corner of the gym going through his routine. Justin was already deep into his workout, beads of sweat rolling down his defined arms as he moved seamlessly through his routine. He started with the free weights, his muscles flexing with each controlled lift before transitioning to the cable machine for a set of pulldowns, his back tightening with precision. The rhythmic clanking of metal echoed in the spacious gym as he pushed through a grueling session, barely pausing between sets. His focus was unwavering, his breath measured, his determination evident in every rep.

He doesn't need my help. Kalel can take care of himself. ***** [The Next Day] The rhythmic thump of music and the clink of weights filled the air as I strode into the local gym. Butler Jin tried to stop, saying that I haven't fully recovered, but I didn't listen. Exercise was my therapy, my way of reclaiming control. I needed this. I was already halfway through my warm-up, my muscles already burning, when a voice, sharp and venomous, pierced the gym's cacophony.

Third POV Axel’s muscles flexed as he lifted the heavy dumbbells, his bare chest glistening with sweat under the soft lighting of the penthouse gym. The steady rhythm of his breaths matched the weight’s rise and fall, his focus unwavering. A few feet away, Bash—now going by Gavin—mirrored his movements, though with slightly less finesse. His hands gripped the weights firmly, his posture tense. Axel shot him a sidelong glance, smirking.

And in her gentle reassurance. Feeling energy, I got dressed in my gym outfit and decided to go there. I bounded into the gym with a newfound energy coursing through my veins. The sleek, modern equipment gleamed under the soft lighting, inviting me to dive into my workout. Despite knowing it was intended exclusively for Alpha Caden, I pushed aside any reservations and focused on the task at hand. It had been too long since I'd indulged in a proper gym session, and I was determined to make the most of it.

_Aurora’s POV_ The gym smelled like rubber mats and metal. The low thud of weights hitting racks echoed through the room while music pulsed faintly through the speakers overhead. I liked it here. It was one of the few places where nobody expected anything from me. No sharp words. No careful behavior. Just sweat, movement, and the satisfying burn of muscles doing their job. And I could turn all my emotions into rage, and lift heavy. A perfect past time if you asked me.

Enough was enough. The next evening after work I drove straight to the big gym downtown. The parking lot was full of nice cars. I sat in my seat for five minutes, nervous, before I finally walked in. The place smelled like clean sweat and rubber mats. Music pumped from the speakers. Everywhere I looked there were handsome young guys lifting weights, their arms and shoulders flexing under the bright lights. They moved with confidence, laughing with each other, completely focused on their routines. None of them paid me much attention. I felt out of place in my old leggings and baggy t-shirt.

I open the windows to air it out. I hook up my phone to the gym’s speakers and start my “rage mix” on Spotify. I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace blares through the space. Fitting. I start with the treadmill. I’m so pissed off I might just break my personal record for a two-mile run. No warmup. No ease-in. Just raw speed and punishment. And yeah—I beat my best time by almost a full minute.

Timothy stood in the bustling gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his body to the limit. The rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, the clang of weights, and the hum of conversation filled the air. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of his life and focus on his own strength and determination. Amidst the rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, his phone suddenly vibrated in his gym bag. Timothy paused, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, as he fished out his phone and saw his father's name flashing on the screen.