Ace's Execution Novels & Stories

I whispered, hearing this for the first time. "I went back and buried my family," Ace said. Pulling out a syringe, he injected it into his toes and then prepared another. My heart started thumping loudly as I watched him move toward me. "That day, I swore to destroy his life as he did mine. You think I met your mom accidentally? No! I kept watch on her; I planned every single movement, and your dumbass mother couldn't figure out a single fucking thing." "Ace, I am sorry, I didn't know this," I tried convincing him. "Please let me go. You need help, I won't tell anyone—"

Ace has developed into something of a loose cannon since that day with Trent; where he took me in front of his army of goons. I believe he is even more unpredictable now after Trent coerced him into shooting me after I was forced to shoot the Irish leader's son, and I do not doubt that he will shoot the nice doctor if he believes that his opinion has been undermined. Ace makes a snickering sound. "Are you listening, doc? She is against my baby's termination." He proudly puffs up his chest. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have some wonderful news to share with our families back home." His words were stained with glee.

I concluded. Ace nodded with a humorless smile on his face. “My title of Prince was taken away from me. The nobility, my people, even my own parents…they all started to hate me for breaking their code of honor. And worst of all, several more Incubi broke the code and they were all sentenced to death. People questioned the King as to why I was still alive. And the King was forced to exile me from the kingdom.” “But thankfully,” Lance cut in. “I was able to find one witness that had seen the donor alive after Ace had left her house and it was proof enough that Ace’s exile was cancelled. Over time, our people were able to forgive him and forget about the incident.”

*** After, a stressful drive, we finally got to the mansion again. Ace called the police, after almost beating Drake to death. They arrested him, and stated that his case was going to be taken to the court. They said he committed a crime by attempting to rape a lady. That was a victory for me. At least, my aim wasn't fully shattered afterall. Ace also stopped by Jenny's place, to drop her. She thanked him for it, and also thanked me for finally helping to get rid of the idiot. He also sent a driver to get my car.

Giovanni and Angelina sat in the back with Zayn, while everyone else followed in other cars. The adrenaline was still coursing through me—my blood humming, heartbeat steady and calm, mind sharp. Killing does that to me. It clears my head. “Amore,” Ace said suddenly, glancing at me. His eyes held amusement, danger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Do you realize you just shot the leader of the Lebanese Mafia?” His lips pulled into a small smirk. “They’re going to come after you now.” I paused. Oh. Oops.

Please hurry. 'I have dispatched police. They are on their way. What is your name?' 'Zurielle Brightly,' 'The wife of Ace Brightly?' 'Yes, it is. Ace is here too. His brother Mark is here. And he wants Ace dead. Please tell the police to hurry!'

It's the smile of a cat watching a mouse twitch. "Don't worry," he says softly. "They'll be coming to meet you very soon. Wherever you end up after you die." Clinton's face crumbles. The hope drains out of him. His whole body starts to shake. "No. No, please. Please. I didn't do it. I didn't send those messages. I swear on your mate. I swear on Rachel's soul. She's dead and gone. Please. I wouldn't—I couldn't—" Kael stops smiling.

He was starting to frustrate her. “I can’t,” Ace shook his head, rubbing his hands together. “Ace,” Stephanie uttered, gritting her teeth. “Okay,” He pulled a chair and sat beside his mate. Stephanie got up, “She is fine. Nothing is wrong with her. Well, apart from that.” She pointed at her bruised soles. Ace wondered how long she had been running in the forest and who she was running from. Whoever it was, he only had one wish: to kill him.

Alexia Skylar Hale My morning was already ruined when I saw Ace fucking De Santis sitting in my living room. He and I got history. Yes, we tried to kill each other. Four years ago, he and I were sent on the same mission. We were both after the same person. A powerful man who was buying and selling women. We didn't know we were after the same person until we fucking fought over him. My dad wanted him alive and his dad wanted him dead. Well, in the end, he died. Ace shot him.