Vader Upgraded Suit Novels & Stories

He looked toward the open dark bay of the third truck, a strange, terrifying smile spreading across his blood-stained lips. "I didn't lose, Zero," Vance rasped softly, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. "You thought there were only thirty-six clones built in the second batch." Noah stopped dead in his tracks. A cold, heavy knot formed instantly in the pit of his stomach. From the dark, shadowed interior of the third truck, a tall figure stepped out onto the metal ramp. The young man wore a heavy black tactical vest and standard Vanguard combat gear. He walked down the ramp with calm, effortless grace, his heavy boots thumping against the iron plate.

"Dana, you probably haven't had breakfast yet, right? I brought you a box of instant noodles. It's more than enough to go around. Look at you, three years with Mr. Vance, and you can't even hold on to a single deal?" He leaned in close and whispered, not even bothering to hide the contempt in his voice, "If a deal isn't yours to close, you can fight for it all you want, and it won't make a difference. "You simply don't have what it takes to land a 500-million-dollar contract, so just stick to your instant noodles and try not to starve. Wouldn't want you too weak to scrub the toilets." I glanced up at him coolly and said calmly, "By the way, I saw your new car downstairs on my way in. Looks l

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

"Just a... little... more..." Suddenly, the air in the tower hissed. A shimmering distortion appeared in the center of the room. It wasn't a wolf. It was a machine. A massive, three-meter-tall exo-suit, plated in dull titanium and humming with a low-frequency pulse, materialized from the shadows. The visor was a flat, clinical red. "Director Vane," Victor’s voice came from the stairwell. He burst into the room, his clothes shredded, his body a map of fresh, weeping gashes. "You coward. You came for the scrap?"

“Yet she still flinches.” Zara turned slowly as Victor Vale stepped into view. Immaculate. Poised. Deadly. His obsidian suit clung like shadow. A silver tie pin in the shape of a fang gleamed at his throat. His smile was razor-thin. Victor Vale. Brother. Challenger. Viper in a tailored coat. “Little brother,” he said, sounding pleased, “you’ve made quite the show of things lately. Fires. Announcements. Marking ceremonies in the middle of old courts. Bold.”

Yeah, but also this weird pull, like I wanted to get caught. The room was huge, all glass walls showing the stormy sky. Holo-screens glowed with stock tickers and security feeds. I crouched behind a sleek desk, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. My black catsuit hugged my body tight, the fabric slick against my skin from the sweat. I pulled out my data stick, ready to plug it in, when the door hissed open. Footsteps echoed, heavy and sure. I froze. Zade Voss, the corporate overlord himself, stepped in. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and eyes like steel. His suit was tailored perfect, black as night, and he carried himself like he owned the world—which he pretty mu

Her abdomen clenched at the touch even though her body was sensitive and she nodded. Vladek got up from the bathtub with her in his arm and went to the room leaving her on the bed without caring if it got wet. She went back to the bathroom and put a towel on her lap while he began to dry himself off. Jade's hands were unsteady but somehow managed to dry herself completely. Incredibly beside her was a bundle of clothing that appeared to be new and she touched it. -Izen must have gotten it for you- Vladek approached and unrolled it showing a dark set of robes and a cape- Then he says that I'm the one who pampers you-

Hi again, I have picked this suit for you for your birthday. It reminds me of your eyes, the Love I have seen in them for me. Can you wear it for me? I want to see you so bad in this; I wish I was there at this moment :( Forever be young... ;) Ariadne Victor opens the box. There sits a red suit paired with a black shirt and red trousers. Victor knows it's an expensive material; he can feel it in his hand. Because it is the brand, he loves to wear.

I hang up immediately and I sit properly before the door open and Kelvin walk In. I was expecting Rainal too but instead he shut the door and I stare at him in awe. "What are you doing?"I asks. "What are you doing here"he yelled at me immediately. "To see Rainal"I roll my eye. "oh it no longer Mia, Vendetta now it rose?"he glare at me staring at the dress I wear. "What do you want with him" "It totally non of your business but I'm grateful for the pass your gave me"I roll my eye at him.

“Then we train them. Turn ghosts into warriors.” Meanwhile, Vulture entered the war room with the Widowmaker, Spider, Luka, and Ryder. Vulture, still holding Cassian like a royal heir, wore a smirk as Ryder immediately recoiled at the sight of the Triads in the hallway. “Vulture,” Ryder whispered. “One of those guys just looked at me like I’m a snack.” Luka added, “A snack, man. Like with chopsticks.” Vulture rolled his eyes. “You’re grown men. Act like it.”