Thinner Leaner Stronger Novels & Stories

I guess it was fluke. "Figures." Sebastian sighed. "Increase the speed of your shadow further. It has to be really fast to slice. Also when you increase the strength don't think of it as bulky. Strength is not how thick the shadow is, but how well it holds together. You're essentially turning a gas into a solid."

He shrugs, hand still on the curve of my back as he takes the lunchbox from me and leads us to his office. I see a chance to continue teasing and I take it, “You have to give me your workout routine.” Tieran smirks and his tone is evasive as he responds, “I thought women liked to be soft. Work on the thin waist and glutes, all that stuff.” I mourn his proximity as he leaves to sit on the other side of the table but I cover it up with a shrug instead, “Maybe I want to be hard and strong. Imagine bumping into one of these male douchebags at an event and watching him find himself flat on his ass.

Zephyr exclaimed. “Training? Zephyr boy, are you suggesting that the Khan go through intense training?” Spout asked. “Indeed! How else would we get stronger? We must train hard! The pills can only get us so far! No matter how powerful we get, we would be nothing but glass canons!” Zephyr explained. He had met many strong fighters in his previous life. Many of them over-relied on pills to get by, this resulted in subpar techniques and experiences. “Only through battles, shall the Khan have strong fighters!” he added.

I also had lots of dance missions just like my first and I quickly became a favorite for all the targets who owed money to Tyler. Over the past few months I trained every day and I have become so strong I could take down anyone who dares to touch me except for Matt he was still stronger than me. A lot about me has changed I'm more comfortable with myself and feisty, my body changed as well. Where I usually had a small waist and flat stomach I now still had a small waist but with distinct abs, I still had big breasts and ass but a lot more firmer. My arms and legs were toned over all I loved my new body.

I asked quietly. Maris’ expression hardened slightly. “Then you haven’t been listening to her,” she said. That hit deeper than I expected. I stood slowly. “I’ll increase my training,” I said. “Daily,” she corrected. I blinked. “Daily?” “Yes.” “I don’t have time for that.” She gave me a look that suggested she’d heard that excuse before. “You make time for what keeps you alive,” she said. I exhaled slowly. “Fine.” She reached out, briefly gripping my forearm. “You are stronger than you realize,” she said. “But strength is not static. It must be maintained.”

she fired back instantly, that mischievous grin widening as she leaned across the table. Ruby’s grin lingered, but her eyes softened, her straw stirring the melting ice in slow circles. “You know… You look different, Adri. Not just the glow.” I tilted my head, wary. “Different how?” She studied me… really studied me, like she was peeling back layers I didn’t even know I was showing. “Stronger. Like there’s muscle under all that softness now.” The words caught me off guard, but I found myself nodding. “I’ve been training.”

With my first client meeting me at six this morning, we arrive at the gym early, meaning I get to watch Piper. The definition starting to show in her arms and back is sexy as hell. It's not overly muscular, she's simply elongating what was already there. It's becoming leaner.

I would not even be mad about it because I have thought of checking myself into one a lot of times before when I saw what I had been seeing although I stopped thinking about that because that seemed to set my mood off even more and just make it worse. I have also noticed that I have become leaner and my body and muscles have become more toned. I definitely know it is not from the training dad and I have been doing ever since I was young because this happened suddenly as if overnight. I have to be a lot more careful and concentrate so I don't unleash the power and strength I now seem to own when I train with dad because he might know something is up then.

His robe was loosely tied around his waist, revealing the taper of his hips and the lines of his abdomen as the lamplight caught him in all the wrong (or right) angles. Eli was by no means a short or tiny guy. He took pride in his appearance and worked out very frequently. Eli was ripped even though he was lean, but next to this man, he looked and felt like a damn twig. The difference in their sizes somehow went to his cock and he choked on his next breath, trying and failing to expunge the thoughts. ugh. How was this man on this monk diet and still built like a goddamn spartan? Eli glared suspiciously, thinking, Maybe he eats steak in secret and pretends to be holy.

she twitched her lips, finding the word difficult to come up with. Yes! Devastating! His shoulders were wide, built like a god of war. Years of practice, years of strength. Proofs striked dangerous marks all over his body, reminding her of how dangerous he was. Thick veins coiled over his forearms underneath mass of muscles, pulsing faintly, just like the slow rise and fall of his broad chest, taught with controlled breathing.