Armor Novels & Stories

I laughed when I saw the Darth Vader’s head on the shelf next to me. “Sure, laugh. Then it’ll be my turn to laugh at you...” My man passed by me and knelt in front of the bed to get a suitcase from under it. “This was left by Alex's men earlier.” He explained sitting on the bed to open it “There are personal hygiene products and some clothes.” He handed me a t-shirt knowing that I only slept in it and my underwear. “I think you should leave me a short too.” I observed uncomfortably “I don't think I should sleep so unprotected.”

He was speechless,there was nothing he could say to defend himself. Somehow he noticed she was only picking the loose gowns in her wardrobe. "I thought we were over this",he commented. Pulling himself up. "What're you doing?" He tried to stop her but Aisha threw him a disdainful look. She continued. "Don't do that,don't go back to wearing loose gowns just cause you think that's what people think of you. That your body is the only think they see about you"

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

Everyone here eats it she says. When I see Ashley coming out of Amar's car I almost didn't recognize her. She looks completely different and then I realized she has an Islamic robe on. All in dark red. Her hijab, her dress, and even her lipstick. She has a lot more make up than usual on but I still like it on her. She's just breathtaking. "Wow... A-Ashley. You look... Wow!" I'm almost speechless. She flushes at my reaction and lets out a shy giggle.

But this wasn’t just a dress, It was armor disguised as fashion. It was a floor-length gown made of thousands of tiny, shimmering gold scales. It looked like liquid metal. It was backless, with a halter neck that plunged dangerously low. It was beautiful, extravagant, and incredibly heavy. "Chainmail," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold fabric. "Gold mesh," Nico corrected. "Lined with Kevlar, It won’t stop a rifle round, but it will stop a knife and a small caliber bullet." He reached back into the bag and pulled out a mask.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

It would make sense with how easily she moved in it, though. Centra shrugged. “I haven’t checked.” She reached up into the shirt's neckline and pulled out a little piece of cloth that was tucked in a tiny pocket in the front of her armor. The writing on the tag was worn but still legible. Wisdom +2, dexterity +1, Bravery(minor). “What does minor mean?” Clarissa asked. “Unlike the bravery major skill that grants immunity to fear effects, minor makes you only resistant. So you can still feel it; you are less likely to act on it.”