Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

"Why the heck do you keep calling me boss? Stop that." "Boss, you saved me earlier, I am just trying to respectful." Vance replied, "Also, you haven't told me your name, boss. I also don't think I have seen you before." "..." The armored man abruptly paused and didn't say anything. "Boss, I understand if you don't want to tell me your name... and if you don't like it, I can call you something else. Even an alias is fine." This armored-man was no-one else but Creed wearing his armor type Soul Armas: 'Slither-Hide' that he got from killing the 'Shuma Slither'.

She had traded her godlike digital supremacy to save her sister's life, leaving herself entirely vulnerable in the middle of a war zone. "You did perfectly," Julian murmured, his voice a deep, steadying rumble. He pulled her to her feet, supporting her swaying weight against his heavily armored chest. "You saved her. Now it is my turn to get us up there." Julian guided her over to the heavy metal table in the center of the room. The armory was completely stocked with Vanguard standard issue tactical gear. Julian grabbed a sleek, lightweight ballistic vest constructed of woven armor plates. It was designed for close quarters combat, offering maximum mobility and absolute bullet proof protecti

"You always hide under those heavy clothes, Milo. But tonight is special. For Elena’s sake, and for ours, we need to show the Vances that this family is a collection of treasures." Milo retreated behind the screen. He stripped off his armor—the baggy hoodie and the loose jeans—and felt the cool air hit his skin. As he slid into the cream trousers, his breath hitched. The fabric clung. It hugged the wide, feminine flare of his hips and smoothed over the "bouncy" curves of his rear in a way that made him feel utterly exposed.

Kamari “Hey Kamari! Ooh, you look hot! Snazzy jacket!” Naya exclaimed as I got into the jeep. “Hey girl, Thanks! Love the uniform!” I always loved the dance squad uniforms, but I must admit, the uniforms at Sequim College were like nothing I’d ever seen before. Our mascot was the warriors, so the uniform looked like it could have been armor but still showed enough skin to make it sexy. The pleated skirt was high-waisted and made of dark brown leather straps showing the top part of the stomach while the bottom hung mid-thigh with a slit on the side that showed the black shorts underneath. The shirt v’d at the bottom, coming close to the skirt with a corset bodice. The top cut across the chest