Ace.of Spades Novels & Stories

For some reason, when Buffy saw the amusing gaze in Kaze, her heart sank. Windy flipped the card. Ace of Spades! 21 points! “W-What?!” Windy was stunned. She got nervous quickly and said, “Buffy, I…” No one spoke. Everyone plunged into silence. Luis was stunned, Zenika was speechless, and Wesley’s mind went blank. Sitting opposite Kaze, Buffy looked petrified. Her expression turned as white as a sheet and she could not form a sentence properly. No one expected this to happen.

Wild Bill began delegating the more dangerous liaisons to the henchman's special skillset. He didn't mind. Over the years, it helped dull the pain of Aimee's rejection. Until he walked out the door today and her scent hit him like a freight train, now he couldn't bear to have her out of his sight. Why was she back? His eyes traveled the length of her, memorizing every curve, dip, and feature he could see. Did she still bear the Aces and eights mark? Their patch was a set of four cards, two black eights (clubs and spades), and two black spades.

Cassandra stated as she started to shuffle the cards, As she saw everyone had their cards, she took a look at her 2 cards, 'Ace of diamond and King of spades' She smiled lightly knowing that she had a big opportunity to win, hiding it back so that noone can see her card The game didn't last long as both Alicia and Adrian folded, like they promise .. make Paul win, and he did, since Cassandra folded also, Paul's face lighten as he finally won a single game, "Yes!! I won!!"he exclaimed as he excitedly stood up in his seat and raised both of his arms while smiling brightly at the others "Congratulations Paul, I think it's time for us to go back" Alicia stated as both she and Adrian stood up fro

He let his mind drift through old memories. The next day, dressed in nothing but a white dress shirt and black slacks, Cole was finally discovered by the cemetery's security staff. His face had gone dark from the cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Snow drifted down from the sky in thin, scattered flakes. Cole had frozen to death. He'd died at the side of the grave marked, "In loving memory of Isabel Cavendish, my beloved wife."

"I bet on the outsider, just for the thrill. I’m hoping he finally knocks the legend of Ace off his pedestal." "Which one is Ace?" I asked. Chloé scanned the crowd. "Nobody really knows. He shows up, he wins, he leaves. He always keeps his full-face helmet on, even in the paddock. A total ghost. Word is he has connections to the Corsican mob—a guy you don't want to mess with." "Ace." The Ace of Spades of the night. It sounded a bit too cliché to me, like a bad biker movie. The more mysterious someone is, the more people invent stories.

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

“I wouldn’t worry about that either. The guy’s cold as ice, won’t get close to anyone. Except us, that is.” Levi leans over me, his other hand coming to my bare thigh, fingertips applying the slightest pressure. I don’t even know why my eyes flicker to Chase, but they do- and his are so dark they’re almost black as he glares at Levi’s hand on my leg, the muscle in his jaw twitching. His body is rigid and tense like a coiled viper, ready to strike. “That’s Alec,” Levi says, pulling my attention back to him as he nods to the blonde guy on the couch to our right, sandwiched between two scantily clad women. “And the tall one’s Dare. They’re brothers. Twins, actually.”

Michael had a seven of spades. The lackey of the man at the head of the table and the masked man’s companion both revealed sixes. “Ms. Lane, you’ve been incredibly lucky tonight. Here’s to you.”

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

Amelia’s was a five-star restaurant where the Hollywood elite mingled with LAs movers and shakers in nearly every industry. It was fair to say not a single person dining in the Italian restaurant was worth less than a few million dollars, except for maybe Bart. Rome wasn’t sure what photographers were making these days, but he didn’t think it was that much. As he stood on the threshold of the impeccably decorated establishment, he took a few deep breaths and tried to still his raging heart. He could do this….