Rustboro Gym Novels & Stories

“That’s the gym.” “The gym?” I repeated, surprised. “Why would Alexander want to meet me there?” James shrugged. “Many members of our pack use this gym. He might be finishing a workout and figured he’d meet you there.” “Maybe,” I said, considering it. I hadn’t pictured Alexander as someone who worked out regularly, but of course, a physique like his wasn’t maintained by sitting in an office all day. James led me easily to the gym, a plain brick building. Inside, the scent of lemon and soap greeted us. The gym’s decor was simple and clean, and all the equipment looked brand new.

RORY “No.” “What?” I gape at Carter. “No, you will not be throwing a pool party,” he repeats as though I hadn’t heard him the first time, his biceps bulging as he lifts the weights and lowers it, eyes closed in concentration. We’re currently in my basement gym because I’d decided to join him for a workout session seeing as it’s a Saturday and I have nothing better to do with my time. The way his eyes had trailed down my body in appreciation made me glad that I’d worn the two piece I ordered online a while back. It’s designed for workout. A lycra material smooth and cool to the touch, and sexy as hell.

_*]:min-w-0"> The grounds were on the east side of campus. Abandoned after some war Luna didn't know the details of. Cracked stone. Overgrown grass. Equipment rusted and broken. _*]:min-w-0"> Perfect for secret training without faculty interference. _*]:min-w-0"> Ryder emerged from the shadows. He looked different out of his usual training gear. Dark clothes. Hair messy. Less mentor, more partner. _*]:min-w-0"> "You're early."

Dino and Tomiwa, bruised but alive, are entering a dark building marked with red graffiti. Below it, a message: "He’s mine now. - S"

I greeted the receptionist, and after a short conversation, she gestured for us to look over the gym if it was to our liking. Taking the door by the right, the room was filled with men stationed at different gym equipment. Some were bulky with defined muscles, and some were slim, hoping to become bulky with defined muscles. But one thing they had in common—they were all sweaty. “Why does this look like heaven?” Romi’s eyes roamed around the room, taking in the sight. The gray walls and the black floor, the wall-to-ceiling glass windows—it all looked like a deja vu. I had seen this somewhere. Hastily, I pulled out my phone and searched through Alex’s socials—he gyms here.

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.

Butterflies are overrated). "Deal" I replied breathlessly. He brushed his lips against my ear softly. Either that or I imagined it. He slowly pulled back enough to look into my eyes as I looked at the ground. *** So here I am in gym attire. "Just one more round" he said calmly making my irritation grow. I panted as I ran down the stairs and ran back up. "Good" he said handing me the water. I didn't bother responding as I gulped the water greedily.

What about your place? “My place might not be good. Ryan didn’t go to work today. He’s home with a headache, do you have anywhere we can meet up for the gym?” Marcus: There’s a small gym not too far. The owner is my old friend. Very few people go there in the afternoon. We can train privately. “Okay. That works. Send me the address.” Marcus: Perfect. See you in an hour? “Yes, see you there.” I put the phone down and let out a long breath. Every time we tried to meet, it felt more complicated. But I still wanted to see him.

JUSTIN POV I’m in a small, musty gym. Surrounded by rusty barbells, old sandbags, and gym equipment covered in a film of dust. It isn’t much, but it is what I have available to me here, at my current home. Or, at least where I am staying until I win my title as Alpha of the Running River Pack. I slam a heavy medicine ball onto the ground, imagining that it is Darius’ body. A sadistic grin spreads across my face as my brow is dripping with sweat.