Ace Merrill Stand By Me Novels & Stories

I published a ten-minute statement video through my studio's verified account. No tears. No angle. Just evidence. Part one: five years of Whitmore & Co.'s ledgers, overlaid with the timeline of my original design files. Clean proof that for five years, one person had been running that entire company's output. Part two: an HD audio recording. From the night it ended. Ethan with his drinking buddies in that yacht cabin. "She was always Celeste's stand-in..." "All it takes is one sad-puppy act and she'll pull an all-nighter and give me a whole season for free..."

“You have thirty minutes. Get here now and stop keeping everyone waiting.” The message was sent. A red exclamation mark appeared beside it. Dominic stared.

She would call me out on my bullshit, be angry for a few days but inevitably forgive me knowing that Ace was bound to anyway. "Come on, then," Ace slid his hand down my arm until his fingers laced with mine. There was something about the action that felt strangely intimate as if it meant more than just simply holding hands. It was his declaration that he stood by me and was willing to weather out the storm I was about to face with me even though he didn't have to.

I had never been a player unlike my best friend Steven, who can fuck whatever had a hole. It’s not like I was a Saint or something, I have my shares of one-nights but they’re quite rare. Work pressure must I say, but along that was my dislike with the female population. I must not say hate, but a dislike was appropriate to fit in. Reasons I try to push as much back of my mind I can. “Have you notified the Managing sector about it?” “Yes, sir. They’re almost ready, they’re waiting for your arrival.” “Okay, order a fresh set of clothes for me, I will not be going back home.”

I ask. Jayden heard me and says, "We arrived an hour ago. Anyway, have you checked if your group has arrived?" Zach shakes his head. "Thanks for reminding us. Taylor and I will go check right now." I walk ahead and look around for my group, until I see Melissa with her grey hair, wearing a very short dress with thick make-up on her face as if she was a barbie doll. She was standing in the corner with the rest of the students who seemed to be enjoying their time.

They used to treat me same once. After the dinner, Merissa and her family took their leave while I made an excuse to Sebestian that I had to talk to his mother about Ace's upcoming school's annual day function. Ace was going to participate in a drama and his mother knew some people who could help Ace to prepare. It was partially true though. "I'll be with my father. I have to scratch his mood to know what he's planning to do next before I present our idea in front of the board members." Sebestian said to me.

I said and got up abruptly from the bed to stand in front of him angrily with my hands on my hips. "Don't be so sure, Amara." Ace said in a serious tone, and I swear that his eyes took on a darker shade of blue. "You were unattainable to me, and that made me want you more and more.” He said and got up from the bed to tower over me again and I swallowed audibly as his words sunk in. “You were always busy defending your friends and your attention was always on Jared Turner that I didn’t seem to stand a chance." he murmured as he took a step closer towards me and I took a step back as my hands fell from my hips to hang at my sides. “I fought against wanting you for a long time, but the truth is

James was waiting in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, face set but eyes heavy with guilt. “Misha.” His voice was low, apologetic. “I… had to bring someone here. I didn't have a choice.” I narrowed my eyes. “Who?” He glanced toward the back door. “Terrace.” I pushed through and the smell of skunky, thick smoke drifting on the night air hit me before the sight did. Ace Callahan sat sprawled on a wicker chair like it was his throne, his shirt open, chest covered in tattoos fading with time. A joint burned between his fingers, the tip glowing bright as he inhaled, then exhaled a long plume toward the stars.

Merrick asked Mia felt her cheeks flush, and with a stylish gesture, she brushed her hair back behind her ear. "I'm Mia. And you?" she asked, extending her hand for a handshake. Merrick chuckled softly, appreciating Mia's confidence. Nora watched the exchange, taken aback by Mia's boldness, while Merrick reciprocated the gesture by reaching out his hand to meet Mia's. They shook hands. Merrick then turned his attention to Axel, but as his eyes fell upon Axel, he froze. It was as if he was staring into a mirror, seeing a younger version of himself standing before him.

When it seemed like he wasn’t going to do anything after two minutes I started to walk away once more. “DO IT HARDER AURY! Call me scum and look at me with those cold-looking eyes of yours.” Merrill grabbed at my back tightly and I almost tripped to the ground. I really didn’t want to look behind me since I could hear heavy breathing. He was rubbing his face into my back so hard I was worried he would just break it.