Ace Hardware Blue Rhino Novels & Stories

ACE "Hey," I caught Miranda by her wrists, the pads of my thumbs tracing over her thrumming pulse points, "you need to breathe, baby. Take in a deep breath for me." Her sky blue eyes held my hazel ones as she inhaled deeply through her nose, chest inflating with air and round tits pressing against the bodice of her dress.

Deeply, I inhaled, pulling his perfect warm scent into my lungs. I snuggled closer, if possible. We were practically tangled up in each other's arms. It's nice. A low groan came from his side at my movement, he slowly rolled to his back, blinking away the sleep. With his other hand, he rubbed at his eyes and I lifted my gaze up, watching him. He blinked slowly, once, twice before his mesmerizing deep ocean eyes drifted to me. I smiled, finding relief in finally admiring my favorite part. They weren't ordinary, no, not the boring blue color of the sky. They were like the sea, crystal, deep, so damn deep - shimmering and clashing and beating.

Just glass optics, iron mechanics, and his own eye. "Five contacts," Ren called out, his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "Armored Personnel Carriers. 'Rhino' class. Six wheels, reinforced plating, lead-lined against radiation." "That's the Blackwatch," Rook said, stepping up beside him. The old medic racked the slide of a combat shotgun, the sound echoing loudly in the bridge. He looked like a grim specter in his patchwork hazmat gear. "The Ministry's iron fist. They don't use AI targeting because AI can be hacked. They use eyes and fingers. You can't hack a man with a rifle, Ren."

They bade Henry goodbye and went straight outside. "Should we go with a car or the bike" Mia asked "Car. I hope I'm not too picky" Delilah said "No, no. Let's go" Mia said after using the car remote control to open the doors. The car was a blue BMW Z4. They fastened their seatbelts quickly. All through the ride, Mia was being calculative over something precisely that she was almost unaware that she had reached the gate. She honked and the security guards opened up the gate.

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.