Ace's Brother Novels & Stories

The maroon jersey looked wrong on him, but then again, everything about Ace seemed designed to irritate me. His arms were crossed over his chest. Even from fifty feet away, I could feel those ice-blue eyes burning into me. His face looked like he'd just watched someone kick his dog. What the hell was he doing here? And why was he looking at me like that? Ace was Freya's older brother, six-foot-three of pure muscle with dirty blonde hair and these weird tattoos all over his right arm. Pack tattoos, he called them. Whatever that meant. I'd been dating his sister for four years, and in all that time, he'd never once been nice to me. Not even polite. He looked at me like I was something he'd scr

Ace is heading to the front door to go to the house that he's never called home. He woke up on a stiff bed, the nurse room had become one of the most rooms that Ace attended. Mr Garret was sitting beside the bed and looking at him without saying a phrase. The nurse interrupted when she announced that his brother is here to pick him up. His brothers Rolls Royce brought the attention of the teenager's eyes, his brother is leaning on the car with his black shades on. Ace sighs and walks towards the car. " who did that?!" Andrew asks and Ace can't decide if he's making fun of or not.

Did he say my brothers were out there? Ace and Remmo brother are here? Who called them? I wonder to myself and be for ei could respond, he went out yelling behind," I will call your brothers here, " Oh no! That can't happen! Drystan you can't do that. I turned to everyone panicking, "What should I do?" I asked aunt shelly, and thought to myself again and again on what can I do right now and there came Ace brother from the door, raising there brow at me. "Oh look at you! Long time no see sister!" He asked me, my mind on blank, him taking steps towards me, closely as he extended his hand out. With a smirk, "Let me do my thing as your brother. After all I raised you," He asked demanding me to h

Begged the second Prince as he cried in frustration. Ace looked at his distressed brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's not like you did nothing. You were able to inform me of the situation. That alone in something." Ace said and this time, through gritted teeth he said, "And those bastards who took my sister will pay. They will regret the day that they set foot on land."

Ace shouted at him. Nick smiled while few tears managed to roll down on his cheeks. He looked at Ace. "Your tear will not work on me. You just go away" Ace said when Nick hugged him tightly. "Leave me you fool. Go away" Ace tried to remove his hands but Nick tightened his grip around him. "Sorry, brother. And who are you to kick me out from here? I am Nick King. The elder son of Hunter King. I am your big brother. Though I am only one month older than you but still I am older brother" Nick said to him.

I understood what he was talking about but with a slight glance towards my brother, I could see that he was confused by this. “What do you mean?” My brother asked and Ace looked up towards Alex. “I just mean that I can still be a bastard sometimes but Amara has change me to see what is important in life.” Ace said and looked down at me again. He sounded so sincere in his words that I couldn’t hear any untruths in his words. Maybe he was telling the truth. Afterall, he did say that he has had feelings for me for years… he was just too much of a bastard to act on it.

Ace knows my body more than I do indeed. Settling myself in the middle of his legs, Ace wrapped his arms around me. I stared at the dancing light of the fire, red flame dominating the other colors, prevailing and beautiful. It only dawned on me that I never heard stories about Ace’s mother. Word has it, she died in an attack on their Villa somewhere in Italy years ago. However, this sister he mentioned earlier is unknown to the whole underworld.

Ofelia said. “We’re your sisters. We’ll always be there for you.” Amaya chimed in. “And I'm your big brother. It’s my job to hurt anyone that hurts you. I can’t do that if you don’t point them out.” Ace sighed. “You better not hurt my sister.” He added, narrowing his eyes up at me. “Because you don’t want to get hurt too?” I arched my brow. Ace rolled his eyes and flipped me off.

He is a very intelligent boy and I only want the best for my brother! Ace is my brother. He is 5 years old. Five years ago, Mom and Dad found him crying on the stairs of the church. Someone had just left him there to cry. My parent's hearts broke to see the baby boy being left alone, suffering and crying. They then decided to adopt him. We fulfilled all the legal procedures and finally the chubby baby boy became a part of our family. I really love him a lot. Though we are not blood-related, but he means the whole world to me and my parents. He is really very cute, with blonde silky hair, blue eyes, and rosy chubby cheeks. Compared to the other children of his age, he surely is very smart and

he cut in, voice flat. I searched his face for a reaction, but there was nothing. Just quiet acceptance, as if I’d just confirmed something he already knew. "You’re not surprised," I realized. Ace exhaled through his nose, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. "No. I’m not." I stared at him. "You knew. And you didn’t say anything?" "What would you have me say?" he asked, tone maddeningly calm. "That Dawson’s loyalty has always been to himself? That Isobel—your sister—has a habit of making reckless choices? None of this is shocking, Brielle."