Ace Savvy Novels & Stories

“Why in the world are you having the security guard drag Ms. Savage away?” The girl behind the lecturn sticks to her guns–like a complete idiot. “She said her name was Ace Average,” she says with great insistence that she doesn’t have a hearing–or understanding–problem. “I most certainly did not!” I pull with all my might against the security guard’s grip and manage to get my arm free. “I am A. Savage, owner of Savage Enterprises, and I have never been so humiliated in my life!” That’s true–A. Savage has never been this humiliated before. Anna Young? Well, this doesn’t even come close to the most humiliated she’s ever been–and by the very woman I’m now relying on to help me.

Don't endanger my life any further. Ace caressed Av's face, "I am not that great, Ava and as I said before, I am too selfish to allow you to leave my side. I will come up with something before that time. I am Black Scorpion and if I set my mind to do something, I always succeed. This time won't be different. Do not forget that I did not tell you all this so you could become worried and try to leave me, I told you so you can be extremely safety conscious."

_____ A woman with light brown hair and burgundy sleek gown walks through my office door with a smile that almost touched her eyes. "Good day Ava, my name is Allison Knight but please call me miss A. You must've met madam P, she directed me here, I'm assuming you are?" She asked prolonging her sentence before I could finally process what she'd asked me, I pleasantly smile as I ruffle through my files, searching for an already written note of an introduction of myself. "I'm Ava Williams, the CEO of The Tropical Diner, please have a seat," I watch miss A read the script a little audibly and when she was dove she smiles pleasantly as she settled down.

Jacob asked. "I'm twenty-four but I stopped aging at about twenty-one. How old are you three." Cassie asked. "My human age is twenty-five when I was turned but I'm now two hundred." Jacob said. "You’re an old man, I was twenty-four when I was turned but I'm now one hundred and fifty," Norman said. Cassie looked up at Nathan. "Me?" Well, I was twenty-seven when I was turned but I'm seventy-five." Nathan said. "Will I get old in appearance?" Cassie asked.

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

“How is this even fair? When I came to the academy, I was squashed under someone’s armpit in a small plane for a whole freaking day,” Ava said. “And you travelled alone in this huge private jet. You even drove yourself from the airport.” Zeke grinned as he sipped on a beer. “I wasn’t alone. I had Derek and Myles.” Ava looked at all the empty seats and rolled her eyes. “Yes, you had two other people. That makes it so much better,” she said sarcastically.

he whispered, the urgency and willingness to assist evident in his tone. Ava hesitated for a split second before responding. "Your stubble," she said, looking at the roughness that lined his jaw, "It won't feel as soothing as my lips did on his injuries. Try that." The pair, synchronizing their movements in a silent dance of dominance, began their sensory assault on Carver. Ava continued to elicit sensations Carver clearly disliked, challenging his perceptions and pushing his boundaries. At the same time, Peyton, taking her advice to heart, rubbed his stubbled cheek and lips against the raw and tender wounds on Carver's body. It was a stark contrast - the soft, gentle touch of Ava against th

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I've done that many times and the scars on my back are a constant reminder of how far Dwayne is willing to go. “Yes, Sir.” I replied and Sierra shot me a sideways glance before turning her attention back to Aurora about the beautiful lit buildings of Los Angeles. No wonder Avery never came back, it’s beautiful here. I don’t say my thoughts aloud. I shouldn't be having thoughts about him anyway he’s the reason my back holds the reminder of Dwayne’s wrath of my disobedience. “Phone me once you get there, and Whitney,” “Yes,sir!” Sierra is holding my gaze as I swallow the lump in my throat when Dwayne murmurs, “Avery is off limits, need I remind you of what will happen if you disobey?”