Ace Valentine Novels & Stories

Whatever it was, I stood there, frozen in rage and jealousy, as Valerie and that man continued to laugh and smile together. And I knew I had to go out of there before I did something I'd regret. As I stood there, seething with anger and jealousy, my gaze drifted to Helios, and I saw the mad rage building in his eyes. He was Valerie's second chance, her Second Chance mate, and he didn't need two competitions for her attention. I sneered, my mind racing with bitter thoughts. So Valerie left my pack to be with some man, some guy who came out of nowhere? She thought she could just move on from me, from us, and find happiness with some stranger?

he gestured between them “—never changes.” Amelia smiled, warm and full. “Welcome home, Val.” He smiled back. “I’m home, big sis.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she watched Valentine devour the last of the pancake like it was the best thing he had eaten in years. “So,” she began casually, stirring her tea, “do I have a sister-in-law somewhere in the world that you are hiding from me?” Valentine laughed, almost choking. “Girlfriend? No. Not yet.”

“You look like you made out with an emotional hurricane.” I ran a hand through my hair. “More like got run over by one.” “So?” she wiggled her brows. “What happened after I bailed like a good little bestie?” I reached for a croissant and chewed slowly, trying to gather thoughts that were all just loud versions of Ace touching my hand. Ace said he wanted me. Ace said no more secrets. “I don’t know,” I said eventually. “He said things. Big things.” Valerie leaned closer. “Define big.”

"We spent our youth floating through a world of ghosts, lies, and execution orders. I want this to remind you that no matter where we go, or what the underworld becomes, your home is right here. With me." Valerie stared at the ring, the titanium catching the bright morning light. A slow, breathtakingly genuine smile spread across her face. She didn't say a word; instead, she reached up, her hands cupping Alessia’s jawline, and pulled her into a deep, consuming kiss that tasted of coffee, warmth, and an absolute, lifelong devotion. "I don't need a crown, Alia," Valerie whispered against her lips, her thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from the Queen's cheek. "I just need you."

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

Daniel gathered the black plastic before following Gunnar to the next room that led to a fire escape. "I'll see you in a bit," Ace whispered, turning me and pressing a kiss to my forehead, letting his lips linger, "should have known that my girl didn't need saving. She doesn't need me to open a fucking car door for her so why would she need me to save her?" My laugh was breathy because it pained me to put any more effort into it, "It's the thought that counts." Ace crooned, "My little psycho. Always knew you had it in you."

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

Still unwilling to stop, he gave my body one last vicious squeeze before rolling off me in frustration. The next second, Calvin suddenly began to sob. "Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He cried as he trembled, gently stroking my cheek. "I really love you. I can't bear to let you go. "But I have no choice. I really don't." I forced down the humiliation and rage, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. "What happened?" Calvin sniffed. His face was full of sorrow and false devotion. "Quinn, you're too beautiful. You're perfect.