Thriller Trainee Novels & Stories

I ignored his question as I motioned for Brianna to place my bag on the floor inside the door. “Wait, you are being personally trained by Mr. Slater?” Brianna’s jaw dropped as she looked from me to him. “I guess during your investigation into my past, you failed to learn that Mr. Slater was also a member of my pack and has trained me since I was little.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance. There were more elite trainers in the world, but Slater was the best trainer at the Academy. He trained the lower class, but he also taught a special class for more advanced training. Only a few students were in the class, as it wasn’t easy to be selected for the class.

"Giavanna. That's the nickname the other trainees gave her. You know, like the furies from Greek mythology. Vengence goddesses who punished bad guys. Grant went to training with her today and has been sending me updates the whole time." Jared dug his cell phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to Sebastian. A new text popped up on the screen, a video clip accompanied by the words, "HOLY SHIT. Note to self. Do not ever fuck with Giavanna." Sebastian leaned over so Jared could also watch the clip and pressed play. Giavanna was clad in dark gray leggings and a light pink tank top, her hair gathered into a braided bun at the nape of her neck. Bouncing from side to side on the balls of her b

Bliss He shook his head slowly. “You did too much right.” He stepped close, his voice low so only I can hear. “You’re moving like someone who’s fought before.” I didn’t want to believe that he was right. He studied me like I’m a living riddle he couldn’t afford to ignore. “You need a private trainer,” he said. “Someone who will teach you how to survive what’s waking inside you. I shifted uncomfortably. “And who exactly is qualified for that?”

I certainly wish I could've seen it. My Main Bitch: The youngest and I have landed safely as well. Following Avery's recent message, I chime in: Me: What Avery said. I admit it's not the most original response, but it gets the point across. But no one asked for your input, Buffy retorts. Shut up. A moment later, Caleb sends a new message. Sky: Great! You're all still up for train hopping tomorrow after Thanksgiving dinner, right? Just as we discussed?

After committing such unforgivable crimes, he should have been scared, yet he spoke so brazenly. It was clear he had leverage over me. Sure enough, I soon received several video clips from an unknown number. Though the lighting was poor, it was clear enough to see me in the hot spring. Those two men who hadn't shown themselves before had been hiding in the shadows, recording videos of me and Vivian! Titus wanted to use these to threaten me into continuing his depraved schemes!

The kind of danger that murdered Gerald McLaren. After filling out waivers and the promise of an I Won't Sue You form, we make our way to the yoga class lawn spot. There are at least thirty students. The KAT trio arrives with their matching pink outfits like delusional barbie dolls. Kelly's eyes find mine, and all the confidence I built in my head evaporates. The trauma of reading the letters floods my mind. The images of Gerald's body return. The chills of reading those creep scam letters surface. It all surfaces, but then my tongue glides on my teeth. And her power to call me Train Tracks is gone, and my confidence returns.

She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, sitting in a public train car with a stranger who now owned her panties and had put a collar on her throat. “Keep them open,” he said. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the shadow between her legs under her dress. He was savoring this, savoring her submission, her utter surrender. The train rattled on, the rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the tracks a counterpoint to the frantic, desperate beating of her heart. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a thin, silver bullet vibrator, no bigger than her thumb. He held it up for her to see. “Do you know

My finger tapped send before I could chicken out. Riley: Hey Coach, sorry for the last minute thing but any chance you have a spot open today? Like… now? Trials are killing me and I’m freaking out. I can pay extra. I tossed my phone on the bed and paced, biting my thumbnail. Dominic Reyes. Forty-five years old, built like a damn tank, covered in tattoos that peeked out from under his compression shirts. Ex-pro athlete turned private trainer. His home gym was legendary luxury equipment, mirrors everywhere, that deep commanding voice that made my stomach tighten every single time he corrected my form.

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve

Evelyn replied, her voice neutral. “If you ever want to learn to ride, I give private lessons.” He winked. “I guarantee it would be an… unforgettable experience.” I took a step forward. “She already has someone to teach her.” I replied, my voice a contained growl. “And you already have enough students. Don’t you, Trainer?” My eyes flashed. Just a spark. Just enough. The trainer stepped back two paces, stammered something about “other commitments” and disappeared. “Were you going to kill him?” Evelyn looked at me, arms crossed.