Acw Of Spades Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean to worry but I’m all fine now and ready to help out with the Art Show.” “Good because I think we missed the concept without you,” she said as she moved to her work station and placed her bag on the table just as Professor Burns entered the theatre wearing a pair of grey ripped jeans with a blue shirt underneath his leather jacket paired with his black combat boots. This man always amazed me with how he carried himself and approached art.

MIRANDA Highway to Hell by AC/DC blared from the speakers as I drove toward the Astor Mansion — because I had no clue what else to call that massive house. It seemed like a fitting song when it came on from my sister's playlist since I had planned and orchestrated five deaths so far — five because a year ago I had given Ace the idea to kill Gabby's piece of shit husband.

I added and left to lock myself in the study room, savouring on cigarettes; one after the other. About an hour later, a notification came through on my phone. She had booked a flight, and I took a sigh of relief. Finally she’d get to be away from all the toxicity she doesn't deserve! —------------------------------------ Angel’s POV When Ace gave me his card, with millions of dollars in it, it was surreal. It wasn't about the money; it was the idea behind him giving it to me. He's always been confusing, so it wasn't really surprising that he would wake up a changed man, after locking me up in the coffin.

He had enough to match her bet, and he admitted to himself that he would be happy if she took his money. The gentleman folded immediately. Now only Adrea and Aris were left in the game. Their eyes connected, and they regarded each other. There was something akin to determination burning in Adrea’s eyes. There was humour burning in Aris’ eyes. This was why he’d dubbed her Spunk. He thought she had it in spades. That, and he liked to see the fire in her when she was irritated. The dealer laid down the next card. An ace of clubs. Adrea glanced at the card, registered it, and then looked at Aris, trying to gauge his reaction to seeing the revelation. There was nothing but that small, arrogant sm

He was convinced he would win. I slipped my second card under the first, leaving just the corner exposed. It could be an ace. It could be a four. Let them guess. I smiled. "Your turn, Uncle." He quickly flipped his second card. Three of spades. My face changed instantly. If he had the smallest straight flush, I would lose badly. "Niece, open your cards." I clenched my fists and flipped. Two of spades. A gasp rippled through the room. "How is that possible? That was clearly an ace!"

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

It was easier to lick your wounds, surrounded by humans who didn't know what you were, but his ruthlessness during missions hadn't gone unnoticed and Wild Bill began delegating the more dangerous liaisons to the henchman's special skillset. He didn't mind, over the years it helped dull the pain of Aimee's rejection. Until he walked out the door today and her scent hit him like a freight train, now he couldn't bear to have her out of his sight, why was she back? His eyes traveled the length of her, memorizing every curve, dip, and feature he could see. Did she still bear the Aces and eights mark? Their patch was a set of four cards, two black eights (clubs and spades), and two black spades.

he told her with a twinkle in his dark eyes. She smiled, laying the cards on the table, watching the expression of horror and utter shock cross his handsome face. Besides the ten, jack and ace, Sandra secured the queen and king of spades. Creighton narrowed his eyes, lying down a full house. Two tens and three fours. Good, but not as good as her royal flush. Sandra’s smile widened, leaning back in her chair, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she raised a single brow. Creighton drew a deep breath as he pulled his tee-shirt off.

Acwulf stepped out of the dark like he’d been waiting. "You never could stay away," he said. “Curiosity will kill you faster than I ever could.” I held the shard up between us. My hand didn’t shake. He smirked. “You think I’m afraid of that?” “I think you should be.” He moved. I ducked, slashing out. Acwulf grabbed my wrist and twisted it. Pain shot up my arm. I slammed my head into his nose. Bone cracked. He cursed and reeled back. I stabbed forward. Acwulf caught my arm in mid-air. With one shove, he threw me across the room. My back hit the stone hard. I dropped the shard. He didn’t rush. He walked.

” Courtney again nodded she understood and flipped over the Ace of Hearts. “Oooh, two hearts and two spades! Could someone get a flush?” Mason was sitting on his seat trying to egg someone into giving something away. This was pretty fun to watch. Neither Jaxson or Jennifer twitch a muscle in their faces as Jennifer places two more $100 chips in the pot. Jaxson matched and raised another $100. Jennifer again had to match his bet. “Now the final card in the “river” spot!” Jennifer said looking between Courtney and the empty whole on the table.