Mind Gym Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Chapter Forty-Seven Tristan’s POV “Daniel, run me through today's schedule.” I adjust the earpod in my right ear and continue lifting the dumbbell with my left arm, the burn in my bicep feeling oddly satisfying after a restless night. The private gym in my basement is quiet, filled with nothing but low music from my earpods and the steady clink of metal.

ATHENA The Ashford training facility gym smelled intensely of iron, chalk, and exertion. A heavy metal track blasted from corner speakers, vibrating against the concrete walls. It was raw, unpolished, and exactly what I needed to clear the sterile scent of Hayes’s office from my memory. Navigating past a row of battered treadmills, I spotted Jeremiah.

CHAPTER 54: Put her in her place Edward's muscles strained with each repetition, sweat glistening on his dark brows as he powered through his morning workout in his home gym. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, as his muscles rippled with each move he made. The sound of a high intensity workout beat reverberated in the gym, blasting from the speakers in the room. The rhythmic clanking of weights and his measured breaths were swallowed by the loud music that kept him pumped, filling the room, a sanctuary where he could momentarily escape the complexities of his life.​

Restlessness stirred within me, a familiar beast that prowled the confines of my ambition. Knowing that sleep would be a reluctant companion, I decided to hit the gym in my building's top-tier fitness center. The quiet hum of machinery and the rhythmic clank of weights was a symphony to my ears, the sound of progress, of building strength upon strength. With each lift, each press, I worked out the tension, my muscles flexing and straining under the burn of exertion.

What am I so afraid of? By evening, I’ve completed most of the week’s work and turn to the gym in a desperate attempt to quiet my mind. The rhythmic thud of fists against the punching bag is intoxicating, grounding. The first few hits sting, but soon the pain dulls, replaced by focus. Strike. Breathe. Strike again. It’s a perfect rhythm, a brutal kind of meditation. No thoughts. No memories. No forbidden names. I lose track of time entirely. “Hellooooo!!”

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. Late Night Training "RILEY'S POV" The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the sound of my own heavy breathing. I was bent over the weight bench, ass pushed high in the air, doing Romanian deadlifts. My tight black leggings clung to my curves like a second skin, and my sports bra barely contained my full breasts. I knew exactly what I was doing.

Again I am just a human to rescue my powers I should strengthen my body and mind. We reached the gym, once Mia opened the door I saw all guys sweaty and shirtless working out. I thought why were all of them here? My mates, their commands, Ric, Vante, Damon, Leo, and his brothers. Once they sensed my presence they all stopped wht they doing and eyed me. I feel embarrassed cause I am not hot as I used to be. I look like a skinny skeleton without much muscles. I don't want them to see me weak. I lowered my head and stare at the floor which I found more interesting than their godly figures. Suddenly, all returned to their workout without saying anything. So Mia guides me to the yoga space. She i

I wore light pink leggings with a matching sports bra, an oversized t-shirt and sneakers. I made my way to the gym and found many people were already there training. I put my bag aside, taking my headsets, I started playing some music while I stretched. I did my sets while training alone because I don’t like talking to most of the recruits after what happened a few years ago. I got on the bench press, not caring that I didn’t have a spotter because right now I was in my world. “Can we talk?” Kai’s voice came after I did two reps, pulling off my headsets.

Chapter 1 The private training studio smelled like rubber mats, clean sweat, and expensive air filtration. Theo Mercer stood just inside the glass doors with his gym bag slung over one shoulder, trying not to look like he was already out of his depth. At twenty-three he was lean from years of casual running and the occasional pickup game, but nothing about his body said “serious athlete.” The man waiting for him across the room looked like he had been carved for the job.

I can spot soft training mats lying around the smooth floor and there's even a treadmill at one corner of the room. By the time I’m done with my last lap, my chest is so hot, it feels like someone lit a fire inside of it. It burns painfully with every deep breath I take and my head feels as light as a feather. My first instinct is to collapse on the floor, and spread my arms wide, but before I can do that, a stern warning from Gamma Axel comes through. “Don’t you dare sit down. Keep walking until your breath is steady again.” My entire body sags from sheer exhaustion.