Thriller Trainee Novels & Stories

Bri allowed a smirk to escape from her lips as Yaku proudly declared her intention. “Congratulations, Yaku. You are now hereby an Assassin Trainee. Obviously, since you’re a trainee, you’ll need a trainer. I think I know just the person to train you.” Bri directed her attention to Kira, who was watching the light ceremony from the corner of the room. As she met Bri’s gaze, a look of confusion appeared on Kira’s face. “Who, me? Since when do I train people?” “You won’t be going on a mission for a while, so I figured you have the time to train your sister. After all, you’re one of Kita’s best, so you may have the ability to train someone who may potentially be the next star of the organization

The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation. Trainor stood outside the office, his eyes fixed on the door as he took a deep breath. He could hear the muffled sound of voices inside, Coach Maleek and Zain discussing something in hushed tones. Trainor's hand instinctively went to his gun, a habit he'd developed over years of service. He knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the corridor. "Come in," Coach Maleek called out, his voice firm but friendly. Trainor pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the room. Coach Maleek and Zain were seated at the desk, a look of surprise on their faces. "Trainor, what brings you here?" Coach Maleek asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

They are a representation in fictional form of the incredible judge Simon Cowell. They were all looked at one by one in succession order. After what the trainees had seen the prior time, they were terrified to do anything that may cost them the chance to become a model for Tide. The security personnel were also on the lookout for anyone who might have intended to create a disturbance. Liam questioned both Emma and Esme with the same inquiry, "Which type of model did you chose to be?"

Vibe’s eyes narrow, then he nods once to the rest of the council. He’s out……… Good. “First student trainer we’ve had in decades,” Thallia resumes. “but from what I have seen from experience, perfection rarely means honesty.” Ghost snorts in my head. I shrug. “It just means I take my responsibilities very seriously.” “Indeed.” She taps the file once. “And then out of nowhere you attack a fellow student and end up in isolation. You’ve had… personal issues before, I saw in your file.” “Which are not relevant to this,” I protest. “I was a child.”

"That is quite literally his job. And he'll be trained to recognize when the threat escalates. When things shift from annoying to dangerous. He'll know what to do in a way you don't. Also, he will be training you." "Train me?" Lauren looked shocked. "Self-defense, of course." Honey clarified. "Basic stuff. How to break a grip, how to disable someone long enough to run, how to protect yourself if things go wrong. Because, Lauren, I'm going to be brutally honest with you. This could get worse before it gets better. And I'd rather you be prepared. You can act being in love because you are an actress and you do that very well." Lauren groaned. "God, this can't be my life. Famous actresses have s

Catherine glanced around harshly and said aloud grimly, "No matter what you're thinking, stop thinking about it. Tense up and behave yourselves. Don't think you are safe after half of you are eliminated this week. "No one of you will pass the tests if you are not qualified enough." Her threatening got the trainees uptight again. They would not doubt whether Catherine meant it. Catherine always did as she promised. If they relaxed, Catherine would eliminate them all. Carlo, Cory, and Francis knew Catherine was emphasizing discipline to them. She would kick them out of her camp when she had the chance without the slightest hesitation. When all the trainees refocused, Catherine led them to the

Chapter: 18 ****** TALON: As I lay there, the sounds of the pack faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heart and the quiet rustle of grass beneath me. I struggled to catch my breath, the weight of my failures pressing down harder than ever. The trainees' laughter felt like a distant echo, and I was left alone in my thoughts, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy surrounding me.

I think if they could, they would have devoured me, but then, what kind of information would they try to get from me? I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away, and as soon I get home, dad tells me I am late, and he takes me straight to training without giving me any food. Shit. I am starving, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t show my weak side. I get changed into my training clothes, and I walk out to meet him. Dad has someone standing next to him. A woman I have never seen her before, and before I can say anything, she starts chanting something, and I begin to feel tired, but at the same time, I feel my body tingling when dad slaps me across the face. I look at him with wide eyes, and

She instinctively gripped her skirt. "You know her, don't you?" Melinda pointed at Trina, a hint of mad glee in her voice. "She was a trainee at Hammond Entertainment! A trainee saw you being picked up by luxury cars every night! She can also testify about you stealing other's boyfriend and using shortcuts to get into Hammond Entertainment!" Trina's lips trembled. She wanted to speak, but Melinda's intensity suffocated her words. "Is that so? Why am I completely unaware of these things?"