Ace Hernandez Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, from the left, Diana saw a motorcycle coming fast as Alpha Darren started to cross the road. Without hesitation, Diana ran into the road. She hugged Alpha Darren very tightly as the motorcycle passed them, splashing a liquid that steamed up when it hit Diana's outfit. “What the hell!” shouted Alpha Darren. He felt hot and mushy as he touched Diana's back. And when he looked down, at Diana's back, he saw that his woman's back was injured. The liquid the biker had splashed on her was sulfuric acid. And it hit Diana's back.

Silently, I did as told as I kept my eyes on the ground. “You are the concubine that has entered my son’s chambers and has refused to leave.” She said, keeping her tone calm. I didn’t look up, I didn’t dare to. “You seem to be pleasing him and it seems that he is enjoying your presence.” “Alpha Aguilar is who called me personally, Ma’am.” “Mother Luna, not ma’am.” The headmistress said, glaring at me. “Mother Luna, I did not intend to offend you. My apologies,” I said, and she nodded.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

It only made me go poker faced as we continue walking. “I know Selena,” Hailey said and it took my complete attention. My feet stopped automatically to turn to her. She almost bumped at me. “Are you serious?” I asked but then Angelo grabbed my hand and pull me to continue walking. No matter how hard I try to get off from his hand, I simply can’t. Now I feel like my arm became reddish. “Well, I know Angelo too. I’m assigned to watch you when something happens to him,” she continued talking while I’m trying to look at her.

Some minutes later, Valeria came in and told her that someone wanted to see her, "¿Debería traerla?" "Yes, bring her in." Maria said sitting properly on her chair of authority. Valeria nodded and walked out of the office and within some minutes, a woman dressed in matching red clothes and orange lipstick on her lips, came in with a smile as she focused her gaze on Maria. "Buon giorno." The woman said in Italian and Maria looked up from her phone only to see Dana Hamilton, in flesh. It was Dana Hamilton, the mother of Clara and the woman who had caused her to break down so many times. She was the one in Maria's office.

She also didn’t expect to see young Agent Hernandez, who stood right in front of her with his hands against her sweaty face. Amy’s panic subsided, and she studied Agent Hernandez’s chubby, boyish face through her squinted eyes. She studied the young man’s military-style crewcut and the blondish soul patch of hair he had beneath his bottom lip. She studied his silver necklace, the metal piercings in his ears, and the diamond-encrusted word that hung from his necklace, which said Andre, which was Agent Hernandez’s first name. Amy also noticed the halo glow in Agent Hernandez’s eyes, which helped her remember that Agent Hernandez was an artificial human known as a Counterfeit.

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

said Mila Hernandez, Asher's secretary, a middle-aged Mexican-American woman with olive-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and a warm smile. "Good morning Mrs. Hernandez, I had a rough morning, I am not to be disturbed until I say otherwise," Asher instructed and walked into his office. "Hey champ, didn't get any sleep?" Jackson Jax Brown teased. "Screw you, Jax," Asher flash one of his well-practiced soulless business smiles.

Not just to be heard, not just to be accepted, but to be celebrated. “I’m so happy for you,” Jina said as she held Serena’s hands tightly. “Have you told Alexandro’s family yet?” Serena shook her head. “They’re next. But Alexandro already knows. In fact, he was the one who figured it out before I even did.”