Thriller Trainee Novels & Stories

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?”

He is insane to even feel like her exhaled breath of air blows right into his earlobes. As Trisha tells Denny what she would do if he were next to her, if they were physically next to each other, her words did not come out of her mouth without the picture of her doing the very same thing to Mister Vero in her mind. She was like an actor directed to do her best to please her client, just like her trainers used to do before she was officially sent to serve an SVIP, who happened to be Denny Vero. Trainees were obliged to watch actual sexual intercourse where their focus was to learn, mimic, and do the same thing in actual practice.

Good job I had a tight power suit on, or the desired effect may have been lost. The train stopped. He did nothing. Why didn’t he swing back into me? I felt just a hint of a soupçon, the merest spider web of a brush. I am wiggling my bottom for Britain and the bastard is hanging me out to dry. Or, if he can’t see down between our bodies, I reason, all my posterior exercises are wasted and worse still, I now have space to turn round and slap his face. That would ruin everything. The anonymity is part of the turn-on. Suppose I know him – a friend, the husband of a friend, a colleague, my next-door neighbour? Mortifying! Keep facing the back of the train, girl, was my mantra! I heard the doors c

One is a powerful actress with nearly 10 million fans, and the other is a newcomer who has been praised and recognized by Korean productions before, and this kind of competition is still very explosive. Sidney's agent just confirmed Liah's itinerary some time ago in the background, and after confirming that she was just training with the teacher who trained the trainees in the company, the heart that was still a little nervous completely fell back into her stomach. The teachers hired by the company, the trainees who have not debuted under the guidance are okay, but it is impossible to make any substantial progress in the artist.

As I waited inside the diner, anticipation crawling under my skin, the strangest sense of déjà vu came over me. That guy I passed earlier—the one casually walking a goat—he might’ve seemed absurd at the time, but he wasn’t wrong. Here I was again, parked in a decommissioned train car, staring at photos of the body I couldn’t get out of my head. Her curves, her skin—her. There was no randomness in this. No fluke. No accident. The path we’d taken, as messy and chaotic as it had gotten, had always been meant to lead us here.