Thriller Trainee Novels & Stories

In fact, he looks entirely relaxed, leaning back in his leather chair as he watches me enter. “Agent Mitchell,” Thorne says smoothly, gesturing to the chair across from him. “I imagined I’d be seeing you shortly. Have a seat.” I walk straight up to the desk, planting my palms flat on the wood and leaning forward. “I need a new trainer. Immediately. I cannot work with Kane. It is a massive conflict of interest, and it compromises the security of this entire operation.”

"We will gladly stay behind and monitor things and in case you need, we will be ready." "As you wish..." Lance retorted. "Since everything is settled, let us utilise the training facilities including arms in NBCI to train until departure time this evening." "Agreed!" As everyone was leaving the boardroom, John received a call. He looked at his screen and snorted. Sharyn was calling him. He still did not want to talk to her even after hearing from Lance that the child she was carrying was his. He was still finding it hard to trust her after catching her cheating with Finn. Lance looked and the John. He had a source expression his face and this made Lance know exactly who was calling his fr

she informs us, pointing to the red-haired man, the one she told Ken not to pick, and she takes a few steps back. I swallow hard. The scary man will be our trainer for the week. I don’t mean to judge, but I’m already scared for the days ahead. “I’m Raphael Wilson, your trainer, but I’d prefer you call me Ralph.” his voice comes off deep and terrifying. “Your strength sets you off from the others and as we proceed in the week of training, we will explore your weaknesses as well. The world might have advanced, but more than ever, we need to be on alert. In the course of your training, you’d be learning how to activate your thinking, calculating and regrouping senses. Today we will begin with a

Tim grabbed Thwar and threw him forward, breaking three adjacent trees. *swish!!* At the same time, the 30-year-old-looking trainee not far away trembled in fear. ...I never imagined that when these All Stars Project's elites are out of the training camp restraints, they will be such beasts. Being this far away, I could still hear the sound of their bodies colliding. Despite that, I can't just be satisfied with the participation prize when I'm here on the stage. I too have wishes I would never give up. Cheer me on, Charlotte...

He looked around as the trainee's started coming into the building, "come on let's get back at it and calm down, it will work, trust me." I was standing with the other trainers as Alpha Carl spoke with Gamma Willow, I watched the door with anticipation, and soon my heart flips in my chest as I watch my little goddess bop into the room. She put her hair into a braid while soft strands of curls hung around her face, her skin has a sheen on it of sweat from running to the training building. I smile as she walks over to the female trainees, who just seconds ago where eye fucking me. I chuckle as I watch all the girls hands go up in surrender and take a step away from Veronica, her eyes going

I answer, resisting the urge to rub at my neck. Remy says nothing, going back to ignoring me again. God, I hate him. I hate every single thing about him. "Ask Trish to swap me out for someone you won’t want to kill. We’re obviously not going to work.” She had made it clear that trainees aren’t to ask to swap, but maybe if a trainer requests it, surely they won’t say no. He’s their asset. “Why do you want to work at The Devil’s Playground?”