Ace Trappola Novels & Stories

Luke collapsed to the floor and started slapping himself, over and over, bloody handprints spreading across his face. I stood in the hallway, watching the circus through the one-way glass. Mike handed me a pen and a compensation claim form. "Mr. Edelstein, sign here. Emotional damages and financial recovery. Total compensation: $140,000." I took the pen, signed my name, and turned to leave. Then Mia's hysterical screams echoed from the end of the hallway. "Elroy! I'm begging you! Please save me! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"

"I don't want to lose any of this, Bette. I'm gonna need you to do this for me one last time!" He bribed the doctor on duty to remove my respirator during the operation. I died in agony. After my death became public, Emil put his Oscar-worthy acting skills on full display and cried like the tragic hero of a heartbreaking drama. His fans claimed they had never seen a man with such profound emotion and devotion, which only made them adore him even more.

"He sounds familiar. I will think more about it, but go on. Tell me more." "Well, he hired someone to infiltrate the records in the company. He altered some figures to make it look like you earned way too much, but not paying enough taxes for it. Now, your office just turned paperless for reports since three years ago. Every record is online, and if he has someone from the inside, it's a done deal." "I remember him now. We outbid him in the Astra Project. It's a billion dollar resort up North." "Yeah? Well, it looks like he is a sore loser. Otherwise, he won't frame your father like that. He hired Stella Tamayo. He wants to bring down the Betances."

"Hah! I can't believe that my father is so bold! Oh, well, let's see whether Tristan will comply with his wishes then." "After all, Priscilla was an arrogant person, so she couldn't stand anyone who was more arrogant than her. Now, she felt annoyed because Tristan had appeared and stole the spotlight away from her. On the contrary, she felt that the assistant next to Tristan looked more pleasing to the eye." What's the assistant's name again? "Teagan Acker. I heard that he is an orphan that Mr. Acker adopted, and he grew up with Master Tristan." "Well, Maya knew quite a bit about the Acker family."

"Tomorrow night, I'm all yours, my love. No interruptions." Karl groaned into her mouth and his arms tightened around her waist to pull her flush against him for one heated moment. But all too soon, the sound of running footsteps had them reluctantly pulling apart just in time for Tyler to come barreling back into the room with a small suitcase behind him. "I'm ready, I'm ready!" he crowed. "Can we go now, Uncle Karl? Lavi?" Karl shot his wife one last heated look. "That's our cue, I suppose," he murmured. “You got it, champ. Let's get this show on the road!"

I can’t believe I’m spending the evening with another family that falls for the Christmas shenanigans. I hear footsteps coming, so I straighten out my spine and put on a smile to appear friendly. The door opens, and my smile falters, because there’s no way on earth that my client for the evening happens to be the same man whose print is still between my thighs as I spent the entire day thinking about. It’s Horace. Before I can open my desert dry mouth to speak, he asks. “Stalking me so quickly, are you?”

It was difficult to let go. She kept her sight and her mind out of the conference room. “Miss Harper” one of the representatives from Minwalls called out. His name was Mr. Garcia. He expected her to get to him right away but this time she did not. She continued to stare out of the window, leaving Mr. Garcia on hold. He twitched his brows at her odd behaviour. “Miss Harper” he kept on calling her, feeling annoyed at her inattentiveness to the meeting. “Miss Harper” he said once again but this time, in a raised volume. The loud tone of this voice was finally enough to get Eliza to snap out of her own world and to come back into reality. She was finally able to listen to Mr. Garcia.

“And you know I always sit on the floor because that couch will probably eat me alive.” “You’ve never had a problem before. Have you experienced life in a castle and now my house is not good enough for you anymore.” As he said that, his gaze shifted to something behind her. Instantly his expression became dark. “Who are you?” Puckett was standing at the edge of the room, trying to make his face as neutral as possible and keep himself from fidgeting. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands in his pants. “I’m Ace Puckett, sir.”

"So, what do you say?" Even though he wasn't forcing me and asking my opinion, I didn't know why I couldn't reject him. "Okay." Ezra's smile grew wider after I'd said that as if this makes him happy already. What's with this guy? I can't understand him. Does he think I'll become his boyfriend if he keeps acting like this? No way that would happen. "Let's give it up for Michelle!" Our attention went back to the stage after the host called Mitch, and he entered still wearing his wig and makeup. A pink crop top that shows her pale as snow stomach.