Ace Merrill Stand By Me Novels & Stories

I was brought back to reality with a tap on my shoulders by Ace. "Y-yeah, why?"I stuttered. "You've been standing and you haven't picked a thing." "Contemplating, so much stuff to buy." I lied before clearing my throat. "Forgive my friend, he's delusional he thinks a girl is a reason I won't come back to New York." He drops canned beef into the stroller. "S- so is there a girl?" I looked away trying to appear uninterested with my question. Soon noticing that no reply was given to my question, I turned to Ace who's staring at me with a smirk on his face.

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“Hmmm.” I looked away from my phone and saw Madison staring at my hand that’s in her tummy. “I-I’m sor-” “What would you do if the thing that you cherished the most was taken away from you?’

Raina I leaned up against my truck and waited, a little nervousness flooding around my system. I didn’t know how this was going to go, but I knew this was going to be a make-or-break date, and I wanted to do everything I could to ensure that it ran as smoothly as it possibly could.

I did not feel like going to the Company, so I would just settle all the paperworks here. The moment I left my room, I saw Amber standing at the entrance and i furrowed my brows. What does she want? it was still so early in the room, does she not sleep? "What is it?" I asked and she smiled. "Goo...." "Straight to the point." I snapped and her smile became awkward, not like I cared. I was not a kid and I knew of all her advances towards me, she was the only daughter of an Elder in my pack, so i knew that they also sent her to me.

"Why can't you be more considerate of her, Tiffany? I'm doing this for the sake of our family. Can you really bring yourself to tell Lynda the truth?" I dug my nails into my palms, trying to snap myself out of it. But my silence only made them even more anxious. The next moment, Samantha Jenkins, my mother-in-law, who was standing beside me, started persuading me again. "The doctor said that it's just temporary amnesia. She might be fine in a couple of days. Just be patient. Everything will be fine once Lynda regains her memories!" The familiar words reached my ears, and it finally hit me. I'd heard these words all too many times—but that was all before I died.

Once upon a time, this place had been my turf. I pushed open the door to see Janae sitting inside with a wide smile. She seemed to have been waiting for me. "You look like a stray dog now, Renee. So what if I'm a stand-in? I'm the one Marcus loves now, and you are nothing. You're not even worthy of being my stand-in now!" she said. I stood there dazedly and looked around the familiar room, feeling like my heart was bleeding. Then, I heard Marcus' voice in the distance—he was shouting and warning me not to do anything to hurt Janae.

Even the crowd on the sidelines jeered at me. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I stood in a hospital gown with tangled hair, a bluish pallor, bloodshot eyes, and lips cracked from dehydration. I looked haggard and bedraggled. When I received the photo of Andrew and Ivy kissing, my composure gave way. Hungry for answers, I rang him repeatedly and fired off messages, but he stayed silent. With no better choice left, I had come to Connolly Group to look for him. Noting my silence and my refusal to leave, the bodyguards clamped my shoulders and forced me toward the doors.

“What’s official?” “Us. Like me, your boyfriend and...” he wasn't done speaking before Miranda started coughing. “Come again?” She said, “I said...” she interrupted again. “I know what you mean, but excuse me, you don’t ask a girl out that way. I mean don’t you watch movies?” Ace smiled. “Who cares about what happens in movies? We are already mates.” “Me, I care.” She said, touching her chest. Ace sniffed. “Okay fine. But first you will have to wait till I get out of the hospital. For now, we are friends.” He said, bringing his hand out for a handshake.

They wanted blood, denial, spin. They weren’t going to get any of that. I stood just behind the curtain with Alice in my arms. She was quiet, unusually so, her fingers wrapped around a loose strand of my hair as if anchoring herself. She had barely slept. Neither had I. But she felt solid against me—warm, alive, safe—and that was enough. Ace stood a few feet ahead, reading something on his phone one last time before slipping it into his pocket. He wasn’t wearing armor today. No emotional distance. No detached executive calm. He looked like a man who had chosen something and was prepared to defend it publicly.