Ace Killed By Akainu Novels & Stories

He helped me up and walked us back downstairs as he kept saying things that I couldn’t hear even though I was next to him. Keith opened the passenger’s side door for me and helped me in before he walked over to his side and got in. He turned to me but my head slumped against the window and away from him. I couldn’t look at him knowing how disgusted he would be if he knew what had happened to me. “Jake, talk to me. Please,” I heard Keith say. “Say something, anything to let me know you’re alive in there.”

I shouted in a frenzy. “Dear, Ace is dead. He was stabbed by the two young men who are with Joshua outside. It’s impossible for Ace to come in here. It was seen on CCTV, child. That's why didn’t get to go inside. His body is lying down on the ground outside the room. I felt the chill grip my body and my throat slightly tightening, “No… It can’t be… he was just standing there… in front of me…” ”Dear, he tried to help you until he couldn’t anymore,” said Mama sorrowfully, which made me feel a deep sense of loss.

Angelina was apoplectic. She had been dragged through sugar-coated torment for almost two days to what felt like the brink of death…only to find out what he had done. Now, her brain was nearly fried. Gusman’s troop had been led to unwittingly aid a coup d’état within the Hachison Family!

Jack's ridiculous friends laughed showing their weird-shaped tooth. Ace didn't reply, he stayed silent. Jack chuckled and looked at him with a glare. A sudden gush of pain jolted through Ace's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken. 'He will not get the better of me,' he thought as he dropped to the ground. His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and wounded, with a leg in agony, His head was pounding. Jack's kicks and punches kept on raining his body and he couldn't do anything.

A quiet Rowan was never ever a good thing. After stumbling around our living area for a few minutes, I went into the kitchen and made an iced coffee with a few ingredients I'd found in our pantry. Sitting on the barstool at the kitchen island, I placed my elbows on the island and my head in my hands as I sipped the iced coffee through a straw. My head still pounded. The stress and confusion of the marking, the heartbreak of seeing Amber dragged away by Lucian’s father, and the fact that humankind might fall due to this bond I now shared between Kael and Cassian, making it nearly impossible for me to kill them. There had to be some other way to deal with this other than their deaths. Maybe I

the killer gasped. “I said you were useful,” Ace replied. “I didn’t say you were forgiven.” In one blurred motion, Ace hauled the man up and drove him headfirst into the corner of the heavy oak nightstand. The impact was wet and final. The killer’s body went limp instantly, sliding to the floor like a sack of grain. Ace straightened up, barely breathing hard. He glanced at the knife still trembling in my hand, then at my face. “Stay here. I’m going to the docks.”

Casper did not want to tell Summer about this, but he did not expect that Jasper would meet with an accident. Jasper’s accident was too sudden. Forget Summer, even Casper did not know how to react to this matter. Summer’s body stiffened as she stared out the window. Her vision darkened. “He and Azula...” Indeed, Azula lied to her. Indeed, she had never escaped Ace’s control since the beginning. Ace knew her too well. For Jasper’s accident, Ace chose not to help, because he wanted Jasper to be dead. He used other people's hands to kill Jasper.

"Twenty-one years ago, he killed my family." "What?" I said in disbelief. "He can't—" "But he fucking did!" Ace yelled. "He killed my father and mother, and he fucking left me bleeding to death. But I didn't die. After recovering from my injuries, I followed him. I saw him kissing his wife right after he fucking ruthlessly killed my family. His wife was pregnant; she was having you!" "Oh, God!" I whispered, hearing this for the first time.

“Yes, we need answers. Fingers are pointing to your mate, Hunter. She killed Jackson. We want to know why.” I turned to Akira, giving her a subtle nod. This was her story to tell. “I won’t deny it,” Akira began, her voice steady and unwavering. “Yes, I killed Jackson.” Her bold admission caused a ripple of discomfort among the alphas. A few even flinched. “Look at me,” she continued, gesturing to her injuries. “Do you think I would have survived if I hadn’t fought back? If I hadn’t killed him?”

Ace declared. --To be continued…