Vader Upgraded Suit Novels & Stories

Right now, I am no longer Damon Fritzwalt. 'I am now Rik Van Der Werf.' And this is the start of my journey to gain power. Now that I had a chance to be reborn, maybe I'll have the opportunity to rule this world. Now I will carry out my long-term plan. 'To be the most powerful man.' "I see, what a nice name," He whispered while removing the patches that were on my body. "Since you are already fine, I suppose I can discharge you now." *****

Vander was that three to four inches taller than me that I needed to raise my head to meet his shooting stares. “I know your beauty matches the stars in the sky, may I take the honor to remove this armor of yours?” Unlike Diego, this man has the sense of seduction… and flowery words as well. I smiled and simply nodded as approval. Vander’s smile twinkled and reached out for my helmet. “Which star are you referring to, prince Vander?” I asked when he finally get rid of the steel covering my face. His grimace widened and his finger lightly poked my chin. “Rigel Kentaurus, Sweetie.”

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

It clung to my ribs like a second skin, instantly compressing my muscles and stabilizing my posture with mechanical precision. I stepped back out into the center lane of the locker bay, adjusting the heavy cobalt-trimmed zipper at my collar. Kane was already waiting near the exit archway, leaning his massive frame against the titanium wall. The navy kit made him look even more imposing, the dark fabric mapping the sheer, violent leverage of his shoulders and chest. The gold accents of his collegiate branding were gone, replaced entirely by the sleek, silver Vanguard crest stamped directly over his heart. "Suits you, rookie," he murmured, his low rumble bouncing off the metal lockers as his d

But once it settled a little, they could now see someone that seemed different. He was in an armored suit that was customized in red from head to toe. All his body except his head could be seen. And just by looking at it the men could tell the suit was more advanced than whatever Draxen had. They’ve seen him use many technology to create weapons before and that was his fathers profession but right now they can’t deny that Kaelithar was saying the truth in some way when he said something about living in the future when they were still in the past.

Sebastian’s voice boomed, distorted and demonic. He raised his hydraulic fist. "Now, let's talk about that subscription model." [The Breakout] The Warden snarled. His perfect face split open—literally. The skin peeled back to reveal a metallic skull underneath. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was the suit. "Kill him!" The Warden ordered the droids. Three combat droids charged. Sebastian didn't dodge. He caught the first droid by the head and crushed it. CRUNCH. He ripped the arm off the second droid and used it to impale the third.

"This is Vader's stuff. His food, some toys, and bath things in case he gets dirty. Vader!" Vader came running up to me like a tornado. He sniffed me and jumped all over me, and I began to laugh. "I'll take those for you. I grabbed Daphnie's suitcase and Vader's bag while Daphnie put a leash on Vader. We walked out to my pickup truck, and I opened the backseat to put Daphnie's and Vader's bags in. I opened the passenger door for Daphnie and helped her climb in. I closed the door and smiled. This was going to be an enjoyable weekend.

before I even got the words out, this beautiful woman appeared, handing me clothes. "Thank you, Mayhem." Oliver, which I realized people called him Vader, said to this super model-looking woman. She just nodded and walked away. I slipped on the leather pants and long sleeve shirt, a kevlar vest and a gun hip holster with two guns. "I don't need weapons." "We all take them. You never know when there will be a magic dampening spell or your wolf cant protect you." "fair enough," I better listen to the experts. "Let's go get our Niece and my mate."

a man said without hesitation. My eyes slid over to him, and I immediately realized that he was definitely not a server. His tailored suit, slicked back hair, and aura denoted his status. Vampires had auras just like shifters did. Their aura was based on their rank and age. This man was powerful as well as older. “That she is,” Kade agreed. His fingertips trailed up the slit in my dress, moving it to reveal more of my thigh. He was torturing me and knew it. He was also on a power trip right now which he was reveling in, as seen by his cock twitching underneath me.

Below her, the mist of the Dead Zone parted like torn silk, revealing the nightmare Davis Brooke had dragged up from the dark. Davis looked like a hollowed out ghost of the arrogant billionaire she had been forced to call her fiancé. The designer suits were gone, replaced by mud-stained tactical gear, but it was his eyes that turned Laila’s blood to ice. They glowed with an artificial, chemical blue, the pupils blown wide as the cybernetic Vane technology pulsed beneath the skin of his throat like a nest of glowing blue spiders. He was twitching, his fingers hooking like claws as he looked up at her through the haze.