Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

It was impenetrable. In the master suite of the bunker, Zara stood in front of a full-length mirror. She wasn't wearing her usual corporate blazers. She was wearing a gown designed for a shadow-cartel masquerade. It was a masterpiece of midnight-black velvet, clinging perfectly to her curves, with a plunging neckline and a dramatic slit up the thigh. Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet.

My belly churned with desire, my mouth dry with the longing to run my tongue along the dips in his muscles, down to trace the bulging vein that disappeared into his briefs. Damn it. Could he put on his clothes a little faster? I turned away, zipping up the back of my second skin, gathering the suits reminiscent of military armor with a perfect indention for the helmet. They were worn around the joints and reinforced with extra stitching. Practically molded to my body by now. A light shade of brown separates us from the black. Over the intercom, Benji announced, "We're as close as we're going to get. Ready when you are."

I let it be my armor. Tomorrow morning, I will meet her for sure. Dawn hit fast the next day. Cold teeth gnashing on the horizon. The Aeris sits like a black promise on the tarmac, low belly gleaming, impatient. Jalen stands by the open hatch like a statue carved from quiet. He has his face on, no questions, only readiness. That steadiness calms the part of me that still trembles. I wear something simple. Dark. A jacket that bites the air when I move. The obsidian hangs under my collar, cold against my skin.

The penthouse suite was flooded with the bright, golden light of the morning sun, the mountain wind rustling the sheer curtains of the balcony doors as if last night's violence had never occurred. I walked into the private master closet, pulling two sets of heavy tactical gear from the high-clearance racks. The Crescent Warrior armor was built for high-intensity sector operations lightweight, layered Kevlar plating embroidered with the silver crescent crest across the shoulders and reinforced with internal titanium threading to resist claw impacts. I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest pl

I had murmured, offering him that cool, detached smile that I knew left him utterly paralyzed. I chose my armor with deliberate malice today. A vibrant, sun-yellow jumpsuit. It was tailored to cling to every single line of my body, plunging into a sharp V at the front and tapering into tight cuffs at my ankles. No underwear. No hidden vulnerabilities. Just a blinding, impossible-to-ignore streak of pure disruption. Let the grandmaster in the navy suit watch the cameras; I was moving my own pieces now. The offices of Davis Logistics were a battlefield before I even crossed the threshold.

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

Aris stepped back, horror dawning on him. "I used the city as a weapon," Nikos countered, his hands flying across the interface with blinding speed. The vault doors, which had been locked for decades, began to shriek as the rusty servos groaned into life, grinding open just a crack. "Get behind the bulkhead, Aris. When they drop, the pressure in this room is going to change." Above them, a silhouette appeared in the shaft, a man clad in matte-black armor, a thermal rifle raised. He looked down into the vault, his visor glowing with a harsh, hunting red.

I tell him as we both leave my room and Dominic's. I am wearing a navy blue elegant jumpsuit with a draped top that is charming yet sophisticated. This all-in-one jumpsuit is featuring a gathered bodice, fitted waist and the wide flowy legs makes me walk like a model in a fashion presentation. But the best part is the back of the jumpsuit which is bare. Lily is wearing a wrap around jersey knot black dress from Mugler, which costs a fortune, and which reveals a large part of her gorgeous body. Michael will go crazy when he sees her!

Aveline They dressed me in black. Not satin or lace or anything ceremonial—no, this was armor. A fitted combat suit made of thick leather, reinforced with steel at the shoulders and joints. As if that alone could protect me from what was coming. My boots were heavy, my fists wrapped in gauze. My hair was tied back tightly, braided so nothing could obscure my vision. I was already sweating before I stepped into the arena.

But I'm not going to be here for them to continue bathing me because I'm definitely escaping tonight. After my bath, a robe was draped around me. I was led into the room so that they could dress me up. My hair was dried, brushed and packed into a nice, messy bun. A leather burgundy jumpsuit lay on the bed for me to wear, which was a perfect fit. I can very well run in this. The jumpsuit has a collared neckline, a front zipper closure, and long sleeve. It was a tailored fit, but also very comfortable and free.