Thriller Trainee Novels & Stories

’ kind of way. Trey was far from an expert when it came down to feelings and emotions, but as a part of his guard training, he had been taught to recognize threats to his employer’s safety. To that end, he had been trained to identify people acting suspiciously and notice their animosity or interest towards his target of protection. Yet what stuck with him the most from that training wasn’t any of that. What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order.

"Miss Patterson, we shall begin your personal training under the theme defense." "Personal what?" Her jaw dropped, and then laughed dryly, not believing her ears."Train me for what? Am I going for a military exam or mission? Please tell me that was not part of the contract." She pleaded and sighted a big black punching bag dancing in the middle of the arena which began to taunt her. "I'm training you for something worse." "What?" "Rapists," he hissed out the single word with gritted teeth. "How many times will I have to tell you that --"

"It's also a surprise right?" He nods his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "We do this with trainees to increase their motivation and also their competitive spirits. The reward and punishment are kept a secret to put them on their toes. Make them anticipating." I snort, tempted to say it's a stupid idea but that will be a lie. It's actually a good idea. Out of curiosity, I ask. "What is the age range of the trainee." Dimitri withdraws his hand from my back. My body mourns the warmth he makes me feel. "As early as sixteen." He says. "First, we train them on basic self-defense. Then the promising one goes for advanced training."

Grupo kami pero madalas ay hindi sila kikilos nang walang pahintulot ni Hellios. “Crimson, Manslayer 021, in attendance.” I announced as I faced the trainees. “Manslayer 021 is one of our best in our department. She will be assisting you in close-combat battle trainings.” Paliwanag niya. “Manslayer 018, forward and center!” Sigaw niyang muli. Thyne marched forward, beside me. “Thyne, Manslayer 018, in attendance.”

Grrt… Grrt… Grrt… Grrt… All trainees looked at their smartphones to see incoming notifications from the application. “Ok, quite noisy,” said coach Lily, who saw the unique response of each of the trainees' behavior who received notifications on their smartphones. “Has anyone received a notification yet?” Coach Lily asked, “I don't think so,” Coach Lily chuckled. “Alright, all the trainees return to focus on this projector screen. Each of you received a notification containing the code listed like this”, pointed at coach Lily with her pointer.

I got qualified for the training plus I had all sorts of skills needed in space. Every night, I would send her an email and she sent me a letter in a document as we agreed. Finally, the Training day arrived. The day before that, they allowed every trainee to meet their family and friends to say goodbyes. Taylor drove from the school and came over. We went to the hotel nearby and spent some time together. On her way, Taylor had bought two engagement rings. She slipped into my suit secretly. I’ve to admit, I had no idea how she did it. She was like Abu from Aladdin!.

“You are sure you’re up for it?” “Absolutely.” I need to act normally. Like I didn’t just get emotionally blackmailed before breakfast. She threw herself into training like it was a lifeline. Every jab, every dodge, every spin-kick felt like a scream she wasn’t allowed to voice. Her body moved with precision; her mind, however, was a war zone. Thomas. Mira. Beta Leon. Alina. Rejection. Duty. Escape. Repeat. “Talia!” her trainer barked. “Focus!”

I bit down hard on my knuckle, swallowing the moan that clawed its way up my throat. “I heard the ‘Multiple Orgasm’ shot is also a crowd favorite,” one of the trainees added with a laugh. ‘You have no idea’, I thought, legs beginning to tremble. I searched Mago’s face, hoping to find something more than hunger. Love. Something that would say I wasn’t just a thrill to him. But all I saw was heat—blinding and consuming. Still, I held on. Hoping. Wanting. The music started—Dessa’s flairing routine booming through the speakers. Techno beats pulsed through the floor and into my chest, drowning out the cries I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Bella, let’s start with you. Walk us through your evening. Where were you, and what’s this about a trainer named Marcus?” I swallowed hard, remembering the restroom floor still fresh in my mind. But I kept my voice even, like I practiced for my influencer videos. “Officers, I stepped out earlier this evening to look for a specific cream for my skin. I’m an influencer, you see. My followers expect clear, glowing skin in every post, and this particular brand is hard to find. I drove around a few stores, checked online too, but nothing. That’s why I wasn’t home when things started here.” The younger officer nodded. “And Marcus? How does he fit in?”