Ace Book Novels & Stories

I forgot that this guy can be too proud sometimes. “Just wait here and I’ll cook you breakfast, okay?” I smiled and nodded. -- Ace came back with a tray. From the smell, it looks like he cooked some bacon and pancakes. I checked the time and it was 9:30 am. He’s very late for his work now, but then I remembered, he’s the CEO. “Wow!” I exclaimed in excitement. He made heart pancakes. It was so cute. I was hesitant to eat it because it’s too cute.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I asked before trailing off. “This one. I think it really helps with structuring your thought process and channeling it into the right output. You know, when you’re young and full of ideas it might be a little hard to choose which ones to focus on and how to piece it all together. This one is perfect for teaching you how to do that,” Ace said as his hands reached for a decently thick book and pulled it off the shelf. He turned to me and offered me the book with a warm smile. I looked up into his eyes and I was immediately touched by his kindness.

Ace replied with a grin. Now, Ace's devilish nature reemerged. He is actually bipolar. "I bet you won't call me in the middle of the night to make you a cup of coffee." She mocked Ace, but he did not respond. "Because I have a daughter, I can only work during the day." "I know."

▪️Ace▪️ Emily shot him an unreadable look but said nothing and continued tapping on the keyboard. “All right. IT will also give you access to my calendar and the client lists. We have a lookbook of all our accounts. At the moment there are sixty active campaigns. You don’t need to know all of them, only the ones I’m dealing with, and right now, the main one we’re pitching for is Mojo, a lifestyle company that includes fitness, grooming, and food.”

Even if a guy looks like a hairy mess on the outside, there still may be a dreamboat under it all. Three weeks have passed and kids stand in line to enter the gym for the “Ace the Fall Reading Festival ”. It's probably not the most clever slogan, but Kristina and I agreed that if we give the Aces some additional credit, we might be able to finagle them into helping every year.

"If you're done, can you please get up? It's an unsightly sight for a Princess." Startled, I quickly lifted my head and saw that on one of the couches in the center of the library, sat Ace holding an open book. Probably in the middle of reading. He didn't look at me when he spoke. He continued to read. His back pressed against the sofa. His face was so calm as he read. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Correction, what are you doing here?" He didn't even bother to look up from the book that he is reading. My guess is that he would rather read than talk to me.

“And I am glad.” Ace smelled like gasoline, leather, ink, and something sweet she couldn’t name… the same scent that clung to him every time he pressed too close during rides, or leaned over her shoulder during shop plans, or whispered something wicked under his breath just to see her blush. He hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her face up. “Busy morning, princess?” “Productive,” she corrected. “Mm. Productive is good.” His eyes flicked toward the ruins behind her. “Perfect timing then. I have got an idea.”

Three rotating positions now, no face yet. I forwarded it to Nikolai without comment and went to work. Around midday I found Ace in the library. He had pulled three books off the shelf and was reading the back covers one after the other. "Finding anything useful," I said from the doorway. He looked up. "Depends on what useful means." "Are any of them interesting." He held one up. "This one is about the history of organised crime in Chicago. I feel like that is either very relevant or deeply ironic given where I am standing."

I finally asked, eyeing his laptop. Ace looked at me seriously, he gave the surrounding a scan before leaning into whisper. "The owner of the book belongs to Kappa."