Ace Of Spades Sign Novels & Stories

It was the 3 of Hearts, not the Ace of Spades that Wardell had. "Is this the card you've been looking for?" Only then did Alexander slowly extend his hand, gently revealing his bottom card, a smile of unprecedented intensity on his face. "Apologies, but it seems the god of fate hasn't favored the four of you. The only ace of spades happens to be in Mister Carmell's hand!" Bottom card, Ace of Spades!

It was as if everything had nothing to do with him. The croupier then picked up the card and suddenly flipped it over before throwing it in front of Walliot. At this moment, Walliot had not seen exactly what that card was, but he was already stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. This was because… he could see that… his card… was red! Charlie’s four Aces were already displayed there, and if Walliot wanted to win, it would have to be a straight flush. The Ace of Spades was already in Charlie’s hand and so, if Walliot wanted to win, his fifth card must and could only be the 9 of Spades!

It was easier to lick your wounds, surrounded by humans who didn't know what you were, but his ruthlessness during missions hadn't gone unnoticed and 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.

Suddenly, his hand moved in the opposite direction and quickly slid out a card from the formation. It can’t be… “Ace of Spades,” he announced matter-of-factly. I gasped out loud as my hands flew to cover my mouth when the card was revealed. Just like what he had said a moment before, the card really was the highest card in the deck. The Ace of Spades… “How? Why?” I murmured as numerous questions flooded into my mind all at the same time. I couldn’t form the words or voice the all the questions that came to my mind. I had no idea how he managed to do what he just did.

I also knew that Rose could possibly be the only person who could calm him down so I decided to let him go. I stood there and evaluated the woman that managed to send Lucifer off on a one-man rampage. There was one thing that I took notice of and that was her manly style of dressing. Her haphazard dressing made her look as if she crawled out of some dingy alleyway or possibly worse. Her arm had a tattoo along the length of it. The tattoo looked to be a set of four aces, ace of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and most importantly, spades. It didn't look professionally done and the tattoo seemed to be fading away.

She almost jumped up from her seat as she pointed at the 'river' card and shouted, "We won! We won!" "Huh? That makes just a pair of ten. You knew a single pair won't beat my straight flush, right?" Cedrick then revealed the card that was covered by the ten of spades with a very calm expression. "My apologies, but here's an ace of spades, which makes this a royal flush. Taking what you owed from previous matches into consideration, do you choose to drink all the wine on this table, or do you plan to even take off your panties?" …

Hudson himself stood up with smiles at the cheerful gesture of his family members but the whole display only got me even more amused. “You do realize I haven’t opened my cards yet, right?” I announced and all their screams came to a halt. “You’ve lost already! He has Ace of Clubs, Ace of Diamonds, King of Spades! You can never beat that!” Amelia sneered smugly as she stared down at me from where she stood.

And he just wanted him all the more when he saw what was on Liam's chest. "Me," Ace said hoarsely, pointing at the tattoo of the ace of spades card. "That's me." "Yes." "So." Ace closed the distance between them again. "It seems that I wasn't the only one holding on to the past. Holding on to memories." "You weren't." "You still mad at me? You still hate me?" Ace lifted his hand to roughly grasp Liam's hair on the back of his head, and tug him closer. Liam didn't even resist: he let himself get pulled up against Ace's larger body. "Tell me, baby."

“No one plays that game except Ace…” “Oh then, I'll just play against him…was about to request a partner anyways..” "You'll fail" My brows pinched together, “why?” “That's Ace's own game. No one can beat him at it.” “One time, his family assets were at stake, so he won it back with this game, hence he was awarded the title, Ace of spades. That's his game Jasmine, I advice you pick another one.” You're very wrong. Ace only knows how to play that game, perfectly, because I taught him, when he dated.

And I was left unsure, Do I stay here, awkward and shaken? Or just keep walking like none of this happened? But then... The shirtless man walked toward Rafael. I tried not to look. I tried. But my eyes betrayed me. And when they landed on his abdomen, I froze. Right there, inked into his skin, was a tattoo. Ace of Spades. Lower left abdomen. I knew that symbol. Not many had it. Not many had the exact tattoo on the exact spot. That mark was tied to a history I'd buried. Six feet deep. Something I'd forced myself to forget.