Ace Fan Art Novels & Stories

He whispered and I rolled my eyes. Cocky. " I'm not trying to kiss you." I said angrily. "You shouldn't be worried about me, Ace smokes too and do you know the most interesting thing about Ace? He have tattoos of butterflies in his body. His neck and his torso." Anitra said. I sat down on the bed and bit on my lips. " Why are you telling me this?" I questioned. "Who knows, you might want to know. " He said. " I'll see you in school tomorrow. Save a chair for me, let's have lunch together."

Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year. Ace's favourite thing about winter is when it's over. Ace gets weak in winter, he would be left alone, sick and in pain while his family goes to have a good time on their vacation. He always stays alone in winter. He prays that this winter will be gentle and a kind season of rest from the wheel of the mind. " Ace?" Ace snapped his head towards Mr Garret's voice, the classroom is empty of students, Ace looked at Mr Garret with a blank face that is out of emotions.

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I pointed at the drawing. Ace paused, his eyes drifting back to the sketch. “She represents freedom,” he said softly, a hint of warmth in his tone. “I draw what I feel, and she embodies the strength and independence I admire.” I nodded, still trying to figure out why this woman felt so familiar. “It’s stunning. You have a beautiful talent.” I complimented. I wanted to add, ‘Just like you,’ but the words stuck in my throat. “Thanks,” he said, a small smile breaking through his composed expression. “Art is my way of conveying what words sometimes can't.”

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

As we enter the house, Quinn paused to admire a painting on the foyer. "That's my mom," Ace murmured, his hot breath fanning over the side of my face, "and it was painted by my dad. Gunnar keeps it up because he likes the meaning behind it and Quinn loves it, too. Pretty sure those two are going to keep it till they die." "Do you not want to keep it?" I quizzed out of curiosity alone.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole so I wouldn't have to see his reaction. He looked at the drawing, then at the words. Then, he started laughing. Wh..... what? What was funny? "Well, well," he said, turning the paper around so the whole class could see my messy, angry scribbles. "It seems Little V spends her free time thinking about me. Look at this crazy detail." A few people laughed. Someone whistled in a teasing manner. My face turned red with embarrassment. "Can you believe she is *that* obsessed with me," Ace announced to the room. He made it sound like it was some sort of joke, like I was just some pathetic fan girl drawing hearts in a notebook. "She even hides my face

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

~~~~ I passed by Ace's room noticing something, I slowly walked back. There it is. Ace seated on a donkey (artist stool) with a drawing pad placed on it. "You paint?" I asked curiously as I walked into his room. He turns upon hearing my voice. "Don't give that look" I raised my eyebrows walking towards where's he's seated to have a better look at his work. "What look?" "That look, O M G he's handsome, sexy and he's an artist look." I rolled my eyes. "Arrogant and that look was how cute, the little boy is playing with brushes and paint," I smirked sitting on his bed.

He smiled, but the smile was twisted, disturbed. — I went far, Ace. I created and transformed every second into something eternal. I painted you two in every single one of them. Every detail. Every expression. — His eyes gleamed, a sick flame burning there. How dare this guy say we are the same? — And when you look, you'll understand me. — I don't care what you think you created. — I run a hand across my forehead, controlling my irritation with this subject. — That art made from your obsession is garbage. — I lift my chin towards the door. — Bring them in.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.