Rustboro Gym Novels & Stories

I whispered to myself. “Let's go, Calli”, Nica grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I was amazed at what I saw, it was so vast and so many equipments here. The kettle bells, horizontal seated leg press, cable biceps bar, chest press, rowing machines, hanging leg raise, thread mill and many more. The boxing ring can be seen in the middle of this fitness gym. “Have you decided yet?”, Greyson asked as he stopped punching the punching bag. He took some water and drank it. I can see his beautiful adams apple every time he swallows. I looked away when he turned to me.

A black man of average height and bulging muscles said and jogged to meet Wilson who stood rooted to the ground at the entrance. "Hello, hello! You look like you could use some help. I am Smith. The owner of Black Rose Gym. The only gym filled with love that is built from grit and sweat and sometimes blood. Everyone here is a subscribed member but since, you have only come here today for the first time, I will give you a free week to see for yourself just how great this gym is." Smith introduced. "Come with me! Come with me." He said and dragged Wilson by the arm around the gym, introducing and explaining the functions of each equipment.

ordered Rhys, lighting up another Players Medium Navy. The bartender looked to Rusty. "I'll just have a Bud." When their drinks were served, Rusty thanked the man. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where the rehab place is around here, would you?" The bartender eyed their drinks and looked at the pair dubiously. "Oh, it's not for us, we're looking to visit a friend." "There's no place around here that I know of. Down in Vancouver, maybe." Rusty smiled in a congenial sort of way. "Might be a private kind of hospital? Does that ring any bells?"

All of us wanted to destroy it and its leader. Pulling up to base, we unloaded our gear and parked the van in the garage out back. Our base was a warehouse building disguised as an elite gym. In the front was Domino’s Gym, owned by Chief. In the back of the warehouse, was all the government equipment we could ask for. To patrons, our team all worked at the gym. Badger was in charge of martial arts and kickboxing classes, while Buddha was in charge of weight training and yoga classes. Arrow and Chief ran self defense classes and helped oversee operations

Then, he visited another time with Buffy to meet Jude. However, both visits were brief and Kaze did not get the time to understand the place better. Today would be his first official time inside the gym and he realized it was more like an indoor court or stadium with a ring in the center. Drake Gym was probably the only establishment in Riverbank who could afford to have such space in a golden prime area of the city. From this point alone, one could tell Jude was a master of utilizing his power and status to secure more gains and benefits for himself.

He leaned into the wind, the roar of his Harley a defiant challenge to the storm. After three hours of bone-chilling cold, Ruan finally began to slow down. We pulled off the main highway onto a gravel lot illuminated by a flickering neon sign that read: The Rusty Spur. It was a low, squat building made of weathered wood and corrugated metal. A dozen motorcycles were lined up under a makeshift porch, their chrome glinting under the dim lights. This wasn't a place for tourists or casual travelers. This was a sanctuary for the restless and the lawless.

Hazel's body trembled, as if anticipating what would happen next. My heart pounded. I was finally about to experience what it was like to be with a top-tier beauty. I intended to take my turn with every woman those rich guys had been with. But before anything could happen, a sudden shout snapped me back to reality. The gym's owner, Eddie Morgan, walked over. He glared at me. "Connor Brewer! I only let you work here because you seemed hardworking and eager to learn. Is this how you teach your clients? Look at what you have started."

A grunt comes from him. 'He’s laughing at me', the thought passes, and I look at him. I can see amusement in the way his thick mustache shifts. That thick, dark beard and the bald head make him seem threatening, but there’s no mistaking that he’s finding some fun in my fumbling. I haven’t been this bad at hiding nervousness since I was a pup, but with this beast, I can barely think straight. I blame it on the events. Not on the way his ruby eyes are taking in every single piece of me, grazing over even the tiniest details on my skin.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.