As Black As The Ace Of Spades นิยาย & เรื่องราว

know what direction to go since a huge stircase layed in my presence but I do not think Ace would like if I went up there so I followed my instincts and went right. I followed the hallway down and passed by many rooms not willingto see what lies behind. One thing I notice again in Ace's castle is that everything, furniture and paintings is black, different shades of black and it was thrilling and beautiful at the same time. I went up the stairs and entered the seventh room to my left. I closed the huge mahogany door behind me and gasped. This room was huge and beautiful. The King sized beg laid in the centre of the room with black and white bed covers and black bed stand. Opposite the bed w

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

Kristopher was drooling over Hope when he was interrupted by Christian Valentino who can't stop staring at the black beauty in front of him as he spoke, "the death of me." Hope, from the corner of her eye, saw Kristopher and winked in his direction while he could not stop but stared at her. She was so feisty tonight. Wearing a red knee-length dress, a soft makeup on her face but the red lips stole the show. Red and black... the hottest colours when it comes to the choice of women. Amelia looked happy... so beautiful. "We are going to get laid tonight!" Hope spoke in a loud voice and Kristopher somehow seemed to listen when he with furrowed brows asked, "What the hell is she talking about?"

Just at that moment, a huge gangster came out of nowhere and bowed before Ace, "Scorpion, Kaji is on the line and needs to speak with you." "I am busy right now," Ace replied. "Help him with whatever he needs and I'll talk to him later." The gangster bowed again before walking away while Ava turned and stared at Ace in shock as she struggled to speak, "a..ar...are...you....b...Black Scorpion?" Ace smiled as he stared at her, "indeed I am. The one and only infamous Black Scorpion."

She is part of the organization, that's why she bears the wolf brand, a mark belonging to us, on her hand and neck. Only those closest to us wear the wolf symbol on their neck, signifying their loyalty. Not to mention the tattoo on her chest, the Ace of Hearts, which is our brand - the Black brothers' mark. She is our missing Ace, forever ours. But one of the girls was outraged. "What kind of absurd joke is this? You can't talk to us like that! Who do you think you are?" Penny introduced herself, her last name is Black, leaving the girls pale.

Once everything was spotless, I planned to dive into my studying, hoping to regain a sense of normalcy and routine amidst the unsettling uncertainty of my surroundings. "Gosh Bonita," Ace purred, his voice smooth yet laced with a teasing edge, "you wouldn’t even open your door to see what had happened?" I gasped, my hand instinctively covering my chest as I locked my gaze onto him. Ace radiated an alluring darkness; his black dress shirt, adorned with the first two buttons undone, clung to his chiseled frame, while his matching pants hugged him in all the right places. He leaned against the door frame, hand pressed to his forehead, a pained expression dancing on his lips that only heightened

“You are the Lord’s greatest blessing to me. I promise to be a good wife to you, an excellent mother to our kids, and your forever companion. I love you, Matthew Montgomery.” “Now, is there anyone who objects to this union. Speak now or forever hold your peace!” the officiating minister says. I hold my breath, saying a silent prayer. The chapel goes so quiet you can hear a pin drop. “I object!” My head snaps towards the door. A bunch of men in black match in on two separate lines. And then I see him. Ace. He takes long strides into the chapel, wearing black pants and a black shirt. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone and his sleeves rolled up, revealing the dark tattoo on his left

"That’s easy. Must be obvious to you. After all, you’ve known each other for—what? Two years?" The walls felt like they were closing in. His favorite color? Ace always wore black. Because he doesn’t want the bloodstains to be visible. The only time I had seen him wear something different was when I forced him into lighter shades. Even then, he hadn’t cared. Hadn’t voiced a preference. All he had said was— "If my Mini likes it, then I would be even naked." That wasn’t an answer I could give. The silence in the room deepened.

He mocked as his mother’s young friend joined him at the table. “Haha, very funny. Are you sure you know how to read?” Sarcasm dripped off her tongue as she plopped down on the chair and placed her legs high up on the table, her black ankle-boots overlapping as she crossed her legs, her mini dress riding up to reveal denim shorts as she sat inclined on the chair. Aaron could not help but get lost in her peculiar, haunting hazel eyes. “You have beautiful eyes,” The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop himself.

Samson nodded. "Chairman Ardly, Ace is here." Samson was shocked, why would Ace come to see him at home? "Let him in." Ace wore a black suit, just like when Samson met him for the first time. Samson's impression of Ace was neither good nor bad. He just felt that this man was mysterious and could not be seen through.