Ace Merrill Stand By Me Novels & Stories

“You’re not scared, are you, Akin? I thought the mighty warrior would be eager to face whatever this place has in store.” Akin gives him a withering look, but he doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he moves closer to me, his gaze softening as he studies my face, as though searching for any sign of fear. “Are you all right, Maerilee?” I nod, though the anxiety coiling in my stomach tells a different story. “I’m fine,” I say, forcing a smile. “Just a little nervous.” He nods, a reassuring warmth in his eyes. “I’m by your side. No matter what.”

"How exactly are they supposed to discuss this deal without me there?" At that moment, the man standing behind me stepped forward and addressed me with absolute respect, "Boss, we're here." I turned to Mabel, watching as her face went completely rigid, her expression frozen in shock. "Good. Let's get started," I replied. The classmates who had been cheering for Mabel minutes ago now looked like they had just seen a ghost. "Wait… Did I hear that wrong? Did that man just call Celia 'Boss'?" "I must be hallucinating. Maybe my ears are broken."

Jerry sidles up to Allison, slipping a hand behind her back. At this moment, I notice that she's barely standing. Her face is white, and her sad expression has been replaced by fear. “Why are they here?” she mumbles to Jerry. He grips her arm. “I got you.” She steadies and glances at me. Before I can do anything, Ace lets go of me. “Stay here. I am gonna go out first.” I grip his hand. “What if they shoot you?” He chuckles and squeezes my hand. “They won't, baby girl. They won't.”

I saw Ace's shocked narrowed look , even Miranda looked at me speechlessly for a Milli second. I dashed into night wondering where that had came out from. Ace would probably make me pay for it tomorrow. * *

I wasn’t sure if it was the tequila… or the fact that Ace was finally here, standing before me, jaws clenching. He looked good dressed in black. The kind of man your mother warns you about and your soul aches for anyway. When his eyes landed on me, it was like every nerve in my body woke up. Alive. Burning. Desperate. Two empty bottles of tequila sat beside me. Okay, maybe I had a little too much, but it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. Stan wouldn’t tell me where Ace was, and my thoughts had been spinning out. All I wanted… was to see him. Talk to him. Maybe touch him.

Ace said before shooting me a pointed look. Slowly, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck before cuddling him close to me. I could feel his soft hair against my cheek as I leaned my face on his head and held him close. “What are you doing?” Ace muttered. “Giving you morale support…I guess…” I replied a little shyly but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “I’ve received more than enough of that so please just go back to bed,” Ace replied a little coldly. Maybe he’s just embarrassed?

It seemed that Mirrie had decided to live her life halfway in so many ways, and Mac’s heart hurt to see it. She stood as far away from him as she could without actually leaving the living room, leaning against the far wall with her arms tightly crossed and her face closed. “OK, you got past the front door,” she said. “Say what you’ve got to say.” “Ace is gay,” Mac said, getting right to it. He knew he had five minutes exactly, so no sense wasting even one second of it. “Seeing as his MC brothers aren’t the most liberal, open-minded guys on the planet, we can use it to keep you safe.”

And the weak don't get a seat at the table. The car stopped at the gates of my estate. The butler opened my door. "Miss, Mr. Moretti called. He says there's been another breakthrough on the new East Coast project." "Good. Set up a meeting for tomorrow." I walked into the main hall. "I'm not taking any calls tonight." I poured myself a glass of red wine and sat by the window. Night fell. The lights of the estate were warm and safe. This was my kingdom. My fortress.

Morris’s voice was shaky “what about those times he had some episodes, were they symptoms of the bi-polar deficiency?” “I don’t know, I wanted to believe it was the accident, and not the bi-polar symptoms, I wanted to believe that he was free from it” a tear rolled down Morris’s cheek “I really wanted to” he continued in a sulky

Alice said. Bitsy scowled, considering she was talking approximately Keegan. Self-satisfied was not a ordinary expression for him. Well, as a rule. Taking after the heading of her gaze, she saw Merrick standing fair exterior the chute. His confront was flushed, the muscles in his jaw flexed from the pressure. Alice was right. He didn’t see cheerful at all. As Keegan invited everybody to the rodeo, they observed as Merrick clenched his clench hands at his sides.