Vim Vigor Fitness Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, the noise of the club faded into nothing. “This is our Pilates room,” the club manager was saying enthusiastically beside him, completely unaware of the storm that had just paused in front of the window. “And the instructor leading the class is Miss Ava Vega, highly recommended by one of our long-term members. Miss Vega holds an advanced Pilates certification from the UK and is also a professional fitness coach.” Alexander didn’t respond. “Our classes are very flexible,” the manager continued, smiling broadly. “We offer both group sessions and private VIP appointments. Memberships range from monthly to quarterly, and of course, our black platinum annual card—”

"Just teach me something." Frank pursed his lips wryly. "Well, I can teach you a thing or two for Nash's sake, but my martial discipline revolves around vigor control. Otherwise, it's just a husk with no power to speak of. You have to start with vigor if you really want me to teach you." "What? What's vigor?" Kat appeared confused. "Well…" Frank glanced at the TV in the room, paused, and said, "To put it simply, it's the internal energy people draw upon to enforce themselves, like they do on TV."

He then showed me a small fridge. "Here's water and some juices. And some bars to give you energy." Victor explained. "When you were training with Ishtar, I noticed that you lost energy very quickly. So I came prepared for that too." I nodded, I had indeed improved my physical disposition, from the simpler workouts we had done before, but I have a lot to improve. "You already know the stretches, you can start," Victor said I took off my sneakers and socks, put them in the corner and got on the mat, starting to do what he had already taught me. I heard a song start to play and Victor sat down with his cell phone in hand.

“Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?” I run my hands through my long blood-red hair and give a small smile. “What excitement?” “Nothing, never mind. It’s nice to meet you though.” He states and goes back to the pushups he was doing by the side of the table. “And lastly, my boring ass brother Levi.” “Who?” There’s literally no one else at the table. “Oh, he’s over there.” She points towards a very fit guy doing dumbbell exercises in a corner. His arm muscles were contracting and his blonde highlights were sticking to his forehead due to sweat.

Vic rolled over in bed and groaned as every muscle in her body cried from the non-stop events from yesterday. After spending what felt like hours letting Maddelena dress her up and ask millions of questions, Rocco and Max showed up to take her for an introduction to their version of “keeping fit”. The hand-to-hand with Rocco had been relatively routine, but Max had taken her to a range Volkov had on the compound. Some of the high-powered rifles Max insisted she fire had jarred her shoulders and hips before Rowan decided to put her body through more rigorous physical challenges. Vic sat up and pulled her shirt up with a grunt to survey the damage, her sides were already starting to bruise whi

His tendons stood out like wires in his neck. "Fix it," Viggo said. His voice was a low-frequency vibration that rattled my own ribs. "Terminate the rot." His muscles locked. He tensed his quads, preparing to swing the ten-kilo mass. "No," I said. My vocal cords were steady, but my throat felt dry—a raspy scrape in my windpipe. Viggo froze. His pupils were dilated, the Red of the Feral Rot still visible in the iris, flickering with a chaotic heat.

It was a vicious, mocking ache. Realizing the physical training was only fueling the fire, I decided to bury myself in work and heavy planning. But my muscles were still wired, screaming for an outlet. I needed somewhere to exert this raw, volatile pent-up energy and frustration before I lost my mind. I knew exactly who to use as my target. I walked down to the heavily fortified, soundproofed storage room located in the back of the garage. I pressed my palm against the biometric scanner, the heavy steel door clicking open with a dull hiss.

But he didn't like being hit and let muscle memory take over and within two seconds he was holding the hysterical woman with her hands twisted behind her back with his left hand and his right hand holding her head facing away from him so that she couldn't bite his hand off, she looked like a biter from the way she was baring her teeth; he swore he felt the muscles in his forearm spasm for a second after he saw the sharp white teeth. They say all good things come in threes, in Yoshiki's case, it was all bad things come in threes, while the immobilized her hand he forgot all about her legs, and that is why he ended in the miserable position on the floor, the little bitch kicked her leg back an

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

He, for a fact didn’t quite miss the outside world as Aal did. He had his gym at home and ran his company through video conferencing and asides, he hadn’t quite a life and it was somehow worrying to Aal, knowing he hadn’t changed much since they met. Except since had started gyming. Dele was terribly devoted to work for a person of his net worth.