As Black As The Ace Of Spades Novels & Stories

Not a single one. "Cub?" Ace slotted himself between me and the woman beside me at the bar. I was begrudgingly forced to retreat from my blissful thoughts and focus on my surroundings. Sweeping my gaze down Ace's frame, I found him clad in a black t-shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, black jeans which were shredded at the knees, and combat boots. His hands were protected by leather gloves and his facial features were set grimly—as if he had a feeling someone would be dying tonight.

Sometimes I wonder if Ace is secretly a goat rather than a wolf with the way he likes to headbutt things. Chris is struggling with his opponent and we’re about to help when six wolves come upon us. These are very, very bad odds. Ace moves into a crouch, not about to back down, but at speed faster than anything I’ve ever seen, there’s a streak of black and gold and then something giant whipping through all six wolves like a bowling ball going for a strike. All six wolves went flying until they were crumpled in a heap, and we’re left with our jaw hanging slack.

“ Does it hurts?... “ His gentle voice lingers down my spine as my heart beats rapidly. I don’t know why but I felt a kicked in my heart for how Ace was treating me. His coldness and lust. His confusing actions that sometimes leads me to some misunderstanding. Instead of looking at him, I moved my gaze to Ace and the woman. They are talking happily as if they’re the only people who exist in this place and at this very moment. Ace' dark eyes plastered a concrete satisfaction while staring at her angelic face. But,-----does she even know that Ace is not human at all? “ Don’t be hurt… “ After hearing his words, I decided to looked at him and saw who he was. “ Remember, he doesn’t want you. He

He had not even said a word, and the man wanted to f*cking blow his inn up! With one hand on the bar to support himself, Javier flung himself over and sprinted. The moment he landed on the floor, he raised the pen in his hand, waiting to stab the middle-aged man with it. However, just as his right hand, the one holding the pen, was about to swing down, the middle-aged man successfully pulled out what was in his pants pocket— Three aces?! Javier was stunned. What did the three poker cards mean? He then saw the middle-aged man pull out a fourth ace with his other hand.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

Ace’s body looks as beautiful as ever, though black veins spider out from the black wound of the Shadow Blade. “I need something…I need blood…Oh Goddess, I need blood,” Ace gasps and grips his throat and his mouth shows fangs protruding. Ace’s all black eyes stare at me, unreadable as they no longer have and white of pupil…just black.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

The gruff voice on the other end asked. I pull out the Ace of Spades and hold it up to the camera and say the words that almost punch a hole in my chest. “I need to speak with Ace. Tell him it’s Tess. It’s a matter of life and death.” Knowing that the person on the other end was probably rolling his eyes at my words. Surprisingly, instead of the battle I was expecting, he spoke carefully, “As in The Tess? Tess Williams?” Like that, I felt like my stomach was dropping into my gut.

Unlike his father's study, this was much bigger, and very much more lifeless. You wouldn't need a soothsayer to know it belonged to Spade. Everything on the inside was black, black couch, black Versace wallpapers, with the logo boldly pieced together by tiny other Versace logos, making the design look very scary and soul catching. The chairs in front of the desk on both sides, were made of black leather, the window blinds were also black, making the whole room look like an endless array of blackness and emptiness. Spade took off his jacket and placed it on the chair, he turned around facing Nate and relaxing his back on the table.

Victor reached forward, moving a single piece. The queen. A man sat across from him, silent, waiting. "Black is moving fast," he murmured, his tone amused. "Predictable." The man across from him didn’t speak. He knew better than to interrupt when Victor was thinking. "Celeste was necessary," Victor continued, tapping his fingers idly against the edge of the board. "But now, we test his limits." He reached into his pocket, pulling out another playing card. The Ace of Spades.