Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

I look up, and he's smiling. "All of you will get fitted into fighting gear tomorrow. In the meantime, I asked one of the tailors to make something for you. Look in the red box on the second shelf." I smile up at him before walking over to the large red box. Taking off the top, I see a beautiful bronze shield made for a woman's body. When I remove that, there's a black leather skirt that has slits cut into it so I can move freely. It has shorts attached inside, making it more like a skort. I lift it and admire the intricate belt that's attached. There is also a black leather crop top. It's perfect. I know I'll need actual armor, but at least this makes me stand out yet still look like a warr

“Try it out. The recoil on that one is practically non-existent. It’s custom-built for speed and precision. The kind of weapon that doesn’t just take a man down—it sends a message.” I raised it, testing the aim. The sight aligned perfectly, and the weight didn’t strain my wrist. I pulled the trigger on an empty chamber, the click sharp and satisfying. “Not bad. What about armor?” Dimitri stepped to the side, pulling out a sleek, black bulletproof vest. “Level IIIA. Lightweight but tough. Handles rounds up to .44 magnum without breaking a sweat. And if you’re looking for something more discreet…” He held up a vest that looked like a casual jacket. “This one’s for when you want to blend in but

"You'll have it all by the end of the day…" "Oh, and one more thing. The army has a contract with a lab that's been making graphene bulletproof vests. They're still just prototypes, but I'm sure you and the general have plenty of connections. It's a flexible, micro-ventilated, ergonomic, ultrathin armor. I need two— I'll send the measurements." Without another word, she left and headed for Liam's office—only to find the most disgustingly sappy scene she'd ever witnessed: a girl sitting on the floor, clutching Liam's leg, sobbing uncontrollably, while her brand-new husband was red with frustration.

I asked. “I had them designed for you, so I know every detail,” he said, winking at me. I chuckled, sitting down to wear the jumpsuit. The material is so thick. He also removed his clothes, wearing the same suit as me. I struggled to wear the suit, but once I got my legs in, it was easy. I put it in my hands and adjusted the armpit side. “Wow, very comfortable,” I said, stretching.

Ava Reed moved like a shadow in the mist. She was clad in obsidian—an armoured tactical suit stitched with Kevlar and high-grade ballistic mesh, molded perfectly to her frame. It absorbed light, almost seemed to drink it. Under the hood of her tactical cloak, her face was shielded by a matte black mask. Her eyes, exposed and focused, burned like twin blades behind narrow visors. No jewelry. No sentiment. Just silence and precision. Around her moved a dozen hand-picked La Rosa enforcers, armed with suppressed rifles and hand signals. No one spoke unless she allowed it.

T whiz to decode the man I was mated to. After our conversation, I left to my room and took a long, hot shower. I threw on a navy blue cotton jumpsuit that ended just below my butt. The top hung by spaghetti straps with a deep V-neckline that showed off ample cleavage. Three buttons decorated down the bodice, stopping at a belt that I had tied in a bow at the front. It was an outfit I barely wore because it was too exhausting to wear but I felt like putting in the effort today.

The hologram disappeared. In ten minutes I came out of the bathroom with my full body armor. I walked into the main lobby dressed in a lightweight, carbon fiber uniform with green highlights around my body. On the left upper side of my uniform was the Zen Academy emblem with a white circle in the middle. It seemed comfortable and sturdy enough to keep me safe. “Whoa, looking good, sexy,” Adrian teased. “Adrian, stop,” I playfully hit her arm. She wore similar armor, but hers had red highlights

Li Wei also had to gulp when he saw, from the darkness of the mist where Magmar had disappeared, one object was thrown towards Yama: a vest. "Basic grade armor in white!" everyone hissed in jealous voices. Li Wei promised. In the future, he would learn how to produce deadly combo attacks. "After all, I must have the same basic-grade armor vest that Yama got!" Li Wei promised inwardly. Continued

Valerie adjusted the sharp lapel of the charcoal grey double breasted suit. The fabric was heavy, flawless, and draped over her shoulders with the kind of structured elegance that only came from elite designers in the corporate central sectors. Dominic’s people had delivered the garment to her quarters at dawn, packaged in a sleek black garment bag with a simple note that read, Wear the armor. The fit is perfect, a low voice rumbled from the doorway. Valerie did not startle. She turned from the full length mirror, her heels clicking against the polished stone floor. I did not expect you to have access to luxury human fashion in an outlaw compound, Dominic.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.