As Black As The Ace Of Spades Novels & Stories

Author's Pov Pulling the black neck length shirt off his body, Ace let the horrifying reminder of his past dance before him, the reflection attacked him like the insane part of his mind that had been covering his sanity from the time he understood the cruelty of the world. His deep empty silver eyes roamed all over the marks that embraced him like a detachable lover.

I was the one who experienced his shifting into his partial demon form, and how the elders told us about how more would be impossible as he wasn’t a full-blooded demon and other than Uncle Finnegan, his wolf had not swallowed a core of one to be able to shift accordingly and use its powers. And as the doctors of the royal pack had found out by testing the twins as pups, Ace had gotten a bigger part of the demonic genes. Black veins run from his eyes, taking over his gorgeous features and morphing them into a threatening grimace. His skin is darker, nearly black but it seems to be of another texture than anything I have seen before. It looks smooth and glossy. I don't know why, but it reminds

So I ran, thinking freedom would be my rebellion. But all I did was abandon her. “I didn’t know what else to do,” I whispered. “Well, you can start by coming back now,” Angel said, her tone flat. “She’s not well. Her health’s getting worse and she's still stuck with her terrible husband, but of course you wouldn’t know that. You’re too busy being the great Ace Black.” That name, Ace Black, suddenly felt like a costume. Something I wore so I wouldn’t have to remember who I really was.

▪️Ace▪️ Ace snapped out of a dirty fantasy of Emily—dressed all in black, stalking into the bedroom where he lay naked—to stare openmouthed at Simone . It took guts to admit that, and he darted a glance at Emily to gauge her reaction, but as usual the woman remained a blank canvas. “Go ahead.”

He said as he ran his hand through his silky black hair. Ace was a monster, a psychopath that needed to be locked up and never to see the lights of day again. Ace was a handsome biracial man with bronze skin, black eyes, a smooth clean jawline, pointed nose, black hair and tall for size. He was an alpha who had an unhealthy obsesssion with me even before I met him. He stood before me in a very expensive suit, his appearance neat like he was ready to impress anyone. "What do you want?" I asked in fear knowing Ace was unpredictable.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

"I knew it. No matter where we go, you are the one who stands out from the crowd with nobility!" With both his hands in his pockets, Remy stared at Sheryl as if she was an idiot who only knew how to flatter others. "Are you hard of hearing? Sir has shared that Ace is above King. Out of all the Aces, there is also the Ace of Spades. That is the person with the highest rank of them all." Sheryl shot him a fierce glare.

He walked in as if I didn't exist, as if I weren't in front of him. The shower shut off and a few beats later, out walked Ace. I groaned at the sight of his bare ass and slapped a hand over my eyes, only removing the hand once the shuffling stopped. When I opened my eyes, I found Ace clad in black boxer briefs. He stood at the entrance of his walk-in closet with a black leather-bound book in his hands and a grimace marking his face.

“I didn’t think you were the sentimental type, Kade.” A figure stepped into the light, tall and lean, dressed in all black. Kade’s face was partially obscured by the low brim of his hat, but Ace could see enough—the sharp angles of his jaw, the cold intensity in his eyes. He hadn’t changed much, at least on the outside. But Ace knew better than to trust appearances. “Sentimental?” Kade repeated, his lips curving into a small, humorless smile. “You mistake pragmatism for sentiment. I didn’t come here to reminisce, Ace.”

Contented and smiling, I moved out to see a big, burly, black guy standing in front the garage door. I remembered him from the last time. The bald guy that dragged in Eddy to be murdered by Jake. He gave me a skeptical stare. “Miss Rachel?” “Yes?” I saw the way his eyes traveled down and then rested on my boobs. I wasn’t wearing any bra,though I am D-cup sized, my boobs were robust, firm and full. He moved his eyes back up to my face. “Come in please. We are all waiting for you. I am Black Ace.”He brought out his hand, offering it to me for a handshake.