Ace Savvy Novels & Stories

She shrugged nonchalantly. "I knew you would say that. Well, the PR has implemented a damage control strategy already. The news should be down in a few minutes," Cassey said with pride in her voice, and a smile that commended her efforts already even before Ava would. "Really? How can you be so good, Cassey? I mean, when did you have time to do all this?" Ava asked in bewilderment, with a high-pitched tone that was laced with disbelief, "You are so competent."

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?”

Sage's mom cuts Damien off and says, "Yes. Damien is right. What interest do you have? You are to join the company as well." I gulped down a lump. "I haven't thought about it, but I've been planning on starting from scratch. I've always had a degree in technology; I mean, I graduated with a first-class degree in software engineering." "Woah! That's nice," Clause muttered, taken aback. Sage states this to me in shock, but I pretend I don't see his stare lingering on me. I shrugged, "Yes." "I'll send you the available spot, and you can decide where you want to fit in. I mean, with a brain like yours, it'll be good for the company," Sage's mom states.

Savage, “You did well!” Silas said, making me give him a side glance as I drove my car to his pack territory to drop him off first before heading home. “My name might be Savage, but I promise you I wasn’t given that nickname because I act like a damn brainless barbaric. I can be civilized and interact with people without hitting my head and growling at them.” I said sarcastically, and the male chuckled wholeheartedly and his entire body shook from the force of it and I almost rolled my eyes at his silly antics.

“Thanks, Maeve.” “Of course. I am still planning to see this coven before I leave though. Prince or no, I’m not leaving my sister’s life in someone hands without seeing what he’s leading her into,” she says forcefully. “You are always welcome in our coven, sister of my mate,” Asy says, watching me carefully. “Why are you crying?” he asks gently. I shrug. “Making life decisions can be difficult, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t good decisions that will make you happy,” Maeve says. “Why don’t you go talk to your mate. I’ll finish up here.”

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

he said the words as easily as he thought the action would be except, doing this wouldn't be easy. Ace was far more intelligent than anyone pegged him for. I guess, in his line of work, we should have expected some level of intelligence from him. He didn't speak about what he did openly, not unless Ace was in a place that he felt safe in. I didn't want to call Ace paranoid but... the man never stopped looking at people as if they were out to get him. When I tried speaking to him over coffee he pretended as if he didn't know what I was talking about. How was I supposed to get him to confess to killing someone or planning a hit on someone?

He tried to convince himself that his work couldn't be tainted by anything else. He's always professional, but this time it's different, and he happened to be annoyed a lot lately because of his members trying to see Savannah—showing how interested the men were in their beautiful client. (Fckng assholes. Who gave them permission to call her name?) Ace wiped his face as he remembered that incident, feeling irritated. Even if they approached, he didn't want to allow it. Just like when he saw Spade smiling as he went up to Savannah. That's when he made his decision. He would never let anyone get near her, not in his sight! That's what his mind screamed and what he felt.

She was about my height, with curly black hair and piercing grey eyes that sparkled with mirth. “That’s all right. Are you new here?” she asked, her tone warm and welcoming. I nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. “I’m Samara,” she introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. “I’m Ava,” I replied, shaking her hand and feeling an instant connection. “So, where were you heading?” she asked, her curiosity genuine. “I was just taking a look around town,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I own a bakery here. Do you want to come?” she asked, sounding a bit unsure, but I could see the excitement in her eyes. I was surprised by how friendly she was.