Pokemon Eevee Trainer Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened, but he turned to the officers. In a deep voice, he started. “I’m Marcus Kane, Sophia’s husband. Yes, I’m Bella’s private trainer. Ryan signed me up for her fitness program. We do sessions either at my place or here at their house sometimes. It depends on schedules. Private because Bella prefers it that way, as she mentioned. Less distractions.”

"We've had a clinic but no one to run it for a while. A while back, Elias used to run it. But now, he spends most of his time at the hospital." "So, where do you work?" I took a bite of my chicken sandwich, awaiting her answer. Eve smirked. "I'm a trainer for the Diamond Pack." I nodded. "Oh! Then you know the guy I treated today! The one who broke his arm." Eve narrowed her eyes. "Which guy? No one broke their arm today during practice. At least, not that I know of." "Yeah, his name was Deven Craig," I replied, taking a sip of my soda.

Hearing his voice automatically formed a smile on my face. "Sure? Did he treat you well?" he inquired, confused at my response. "Yup. Jay Jay treated me very well," I lied bluntly. After all, he didn't know that I used to run away from the training. "That name is getting weirder with every passing day," Vexon commented. "No. Calling him only Jay sounds weird, doesn't it? So Jay Jay sounds cuter," I reasoned out. He sighed through the phone. "Why do I think I should give you a female trainer? No... actually, I think I'll do that."

Julian reaches Viridian forest and tries to find a place to camp and train his Pokemons, at last, he finds a lake where he can rest he brings out his pokemon Gyarados enters the lake as soon as it gets out, Julian advises Bulbasaur to practice using energy ball and Chimchar again does close combat training, Julian removes the bandage from Pidgey's wing and re-bandage it after tending the wound Julian "looks like you will be able to fly pretty soon"

But as I stepped closer, I realized this new trainer wasn’t just… there. He was young, maybe in his late twenties, tall, muscular, with tattoos across his bare chest. I swallowed hard and shook my head, forcing myself back to reality. Focus, Amy, I told myself. “Hi,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You must be the new trainer.” He turned, smiling warmly. “Hi, I’m Evan. Nice to meet you, Your Grace. I was hoping to meet you sooner, but I noticed you’ve been busy.”