My Personal Trainer Novels & Stories

"Yasmin? What are you doing here?" Seeing this, the male coach let go of his hand. "What am I doing here? Charles, this is your gym, and I'm your wife. Why shouldn't I be here?" I jabbed a finger toward Mabel, my voice shaking with fury. "And her? Who is she to you? Why are you treating me like this?!" "Yasmin, she's just an employee. She's here to run the gym. Did you get wind of some rumor and come here to stir up drama?

"How are you? How was your day at work?" The genuine concern in his voice catches me off guard. After everything that happened today, having someone ask how I am—someone who isn't Riley or Kelvin—feels unexpectedly comforting. "It was... okay," I lie, not ready to unpack that nightmare. "Actually, I'm calling because I wanted to ask if I can hire you for your services." There's a pause. "You need a personal trainer?" "Yes." I take a breath. "I went to a group training session at my building's gym tonight, and it was... not what I need. I need someone who will actually push me. Help me get stronger. And I heard you're good at that."

He knew his place and had no right to judge or say a word. Lukas took a full three hours to exercise hard on the weekend, sweating through intense workouts: heavy weights that clanged, fast runs on the treadmill that made his heart pound, and tough stretches that burned his muscles. He straightened his long legs to rest after the rough training session, breathing heavy, and the personal trainer handed him water. "You're doing great as always, Mr. Lukas Gray—your strength is improving every week. But I heard you broke up with your girlfriend, Amelia Dunn. I'm sorry to hear that news." Lukas was more comfortable talking openly to his personal trainer because the man was always friendly, profes

Those were different questions. "I don't know," I said. "That's an answer." "It's not a good one." "It is honest." He picked up the pages and squared them. "I have spent my whole life with a plan. Every quarter. Every year. Every decade. I knew what I wanted at nineteen and I knew what I wanted at twenty-four and then someone took it away from me and I spent six years not knowing." He set the pages down. "I am not asking you because I need an answer tonight. I am asking because you have spent three years being asked what you were going to do for other people, and I would like you to have thought about what you want for yourself at least once before you decide anything."

He brushed his thumb over my cheek, then stepped back just enough to let me breathe — but stayed close, right beside the door where I could see him. “Go say what you need to say. I’m not going anywhere.” When I walked back into the room, Danny’s mouth tightened. The coordinator raised an eyebrow. But I didn’t look at them. I stood straight, folded my hands on the table, and spoke clearly — loud enough for every word to land sharp and true. “My personal life doesn’t change how hard I’ve trained. It doesn’t erase six a.m. practices, or torn ligaments I rehabbed for six months, or the three years I spent working two part‑time jobs just to pay for extra coaching.”

Michael Lockwood. My father is talking about doing business with him. Maybe I will get an introduction next time I see him. Not that he would care anyway. Meet Logan Carter My name is Logan and I am a celebrity personal trainer. I own an exclusive gym in New York where only the elite of New York come training. We overcharge but they have the privacy they need. No phones or cameras are allowed in the gym. Everything is left at reception inside a vault. You might think I overreact but I value everyone’s privacy.

He grunted. Wait until I chop your vocal cords off, then we can talk about how epic my stamina needs to be. I thought, but what I said was the exact opposite. “Maybe you can help with that?” I felt a jolt in my leg and instantly added, “if you don’t make me run my legs off, that would be nice.” He dumped his towel in the basket at the side, his sigh telling everything his mouth couldn’t. “I’ll find you a personal trainer.”

I am tired of his attitude. I got up from bed and wore the rope over my nightgown before I went to open the door. I saw a lady lady standing at the door. She is wearing a sports outfit and her hair packed into a doughnut. “Yes?.” I asked her, wondering what she wanted. “Hello I am Stacy, your personal trainer!.” The lady introduced herself. “Did you just say personal trainer?.” I asked her thinking I must have heard wrong. “Yeap!.” She answered as she nodded her head.

Owen shot back contemptuously. "I know respect is earned and right now you don’t deserve any. Now I think it’s high time I show you how to overpower someone bigger than you. Owen care to step over here?" I said, ignoring his remarks. He scoffed and walked to the front. ‘Raven. He’s strong. And fucking fast…’ Taylor said through the link. ‘I don’t care.’ I replied coldly. I didn’t get here for no fucking reason. "It seems some of you think me being your trainer is a joke, or that my personal life somehow has anything to do with you all." I said coldly, glaring at the few men who had snickered along with Owen. "I’ll show you exactly how I got this position."

"Just shut the fuck up and fight me, T. Stop holding back because I won't." "Oh-Kay!" Taylor drawled. "Remember, you asked for it." He smirked. Taylor ran a popular training center in NYC, with several branches across the city, and was an expert trainer in all aspects of fitness including; bodybuilding, taekwondo and even martial arts. He taught me everything I knew about body fitness, made me become very confident in myself and taught me more than the bare minimum needed for self defense in all fields. The trainings over the years had helped me out in several occasions. Including that one time with Ryan's cousin; Benedicta, in R.Castle. Everything was great in that moment until I had experi