Ace นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Don't you know when to shut up?" A rough voice across from us whispered out. We both looked at a girl with dull but angry dark eyes glaring at us with her back sitting against a cement wall. "If the guards hear you, they'll hurt you." Her brow furrowed in anger. A large welting bruise sat just above her right brow. I decided to call her Beef for the bickering anger in her as well as the large muscles on her forearms and wide stature. Even though she was one of the boniest girls here, she still seemed to have a lot of muscle on her as well.

I glared tenderly into his eyes for a moment, before planting a kiss on his cheek and sending him away. I reached for my phone and opened it. —---------------------------------------------- Ace's POV My phone beeped, interfering with my imagination. Agitatedly, I rubbed my hair, and picked it up to my face. “Oh!” I whispered, my eyebrows arched and my mouth rolled to a curl. “You’ll get what you want, sister!” I rejoiced.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it

Finishing her sentences she moved away from me. I can't win an argument with this woman for sure. I tried to reach her hand again and she jerked it off. My male ego got hurt too much. When I tried to forcefully get a hold on her hand, she moved in a certain manner that her back feet got tangled and she fell losing her balance. In the process of that Myra hit her head on the nearby wooden table. "Merda"(Shit). That was the only word that came out of her mouth when she sat down holding her forehead with her left hand. I scooted down to her level to check her wound. She was more than arrogant.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

she added " thank you Aunt" I answered her After a minute the doctor came out " What happened to my son doc?" Aunt said " he is still unconscious and he lost a lot of blood, we need to transfer blood for him" "What is his blood type doc?" " This type of blood is very rare AB negative is his blood type " "I and my husband can't donate blood for him because we are both AB positive," Aunt said " Doc can I donate my blood to him I am AB negative as well" I offered

Into His Car Helen stepped onto the pavement outside Mark’s apartment complex and looked around for Dominic’s Jaguar. It wasn’t hard to find because his car was the only one on the street with its headlights on. Helen went up to it and peered through the windshield at the driver. Yeah, with those shades, it couldn’t be anyone else besides Dominic.