As Black As The Ace Of Spades Novels & Stories

Or maybe I just trusted him more than I should. By the time the car pulled into his driveway, the sky had deepened into a velvet-black night. The house wasn’t loud or bustling the way a mafia house usually was. Ace ruled with quiet precision—strength you didn’t need to shout to prove. Inside, a soft amber glow spilled across the marble floor. Everything smelled like cedar and his cologne—dark, masculine, intoxicating. But none of it compared to the sight waiting for me upstairs. Ace was lying on the bed like sin personified—long body stretched out, dark hair tousled from his hands, muscles outlined beneath a black shirt that clung to him like second skin. The man looked like he’d been carved

"But know one thing before you do anything, Emerald. I don't play my cards without keeping an Ace in my hands." "What do you mean?" A smirk tugged at the side of his lips. "You tell him, and I'll destroy him. Now Achilles's Rosebud won't do anything to break him to pieces, will she?" A shiver ran down my spine. Destroy him? "You can't. You don't have that power. Ace isn't an ordinary man you can just…"

Fuck, the man confuses me. “It’s so pathetic, you know,” Spider said at last. “Ace being what he is – what we both are – is such a fucking horrible, disgusting thing that it can be used against him to blackmail him. To control him, and beat him down, and scare him into doing what you want.” “It’s only horrible and wrong in some worlds, man,” Mac said quietly. “And one of them is the world that Ace has chosen to inhabit.”

Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line? Diamond " Ace! Where have you been? I've been calling you for some minutes now. What going on? Black Ace " Relax jor..... 🎶 I'm feeling vibes on vibes..... You no fit kill my vibe 🎶 (relax pls am getting some vibes and you can't kill it for me) Diamond " (shocked) Are you singing? Black Ace " Wèrè! I'm just listening to music. Diamond" You demented b--tch! Have you forgotten about your mission!? The target is on the move.

Damon thought, amused. “Sir? Should I pack everything?” the pharmacist asked, noticing he’d gone quiet. “Pack everything else ,except the sex boosters. I perform just fine without the help of any drugs ” Damon said coolly. The woman blushed deeply at his confident tone and quickly scanned the items, placing them into a bag. Once she totaled the amount, she stretched out the nylon bag toward him. Damon pulled out his wallet and presented a sleek black card. The pharmacist gasped inwardly. A black card? He must be from an incredibly wealthy family... Whoever is dating this man is one lucky woman.

The air in the courtyard suddenly dropped by thirty degrees. A heavy, suffocating pressure slammed down onto the concrete floorboards, a dark Alpha aura expanding through the space with such a violent, predatory force that several nearby students literally stumbled backward in fear. I froze, the blood instantly draining from my face as reality came crashing back in. Ace was standing a mere two feet behind us. His midnight-black hair was casting a dark shadow over his face, his jaw clenched so tightly the bone looked like it was about to snap through his skin. His eyes weren't dark amber anymore; they were completely, entirely pitch-black, his pupils blown out with a lethal, unhinged ferocity

The narrow cobblestone streets of the small town above Lake Como hummed with evening life as the sun dipped low, throwing long shadows across buildings that had stood since long before anyone currently alive had a stake in this story. A lone rider on a black motorcycle cut through the traffic with a precision that had nothing to do with being late for dinner — full helmet, dark clothing, gloves, moving through the crowd like something that had learned a long time ago how to be forgotten the moment it passed.

I grimaced but he only chuckled. "I like what she did with her hair. That pixie cut sure does suit her. Just wish she didn't dye her hair raven black. I liked her glossy chestnut hair color," Ace continued, a smirk tugging at his lips as he drummed his fingers over the marble island, "and those rich blue eyes. She has those 'please fuck me' eyes, you know?" "Stay away from her, Ace. She has nothing to do with this. Why do you want to kill someone innocent? Don't you stand by some type of code?"

Ace shook his head, the future was so uncertain, what was the point of thinking about it, whatever happens, Ace could only choose one side and betray the other. He stood still, enjoying the equilibrium and quiet but that was short-lived when his wrist was suddenly snatched. His eyes immediately went up from his wrist to locked with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. He immediately yanked his hand out from the grip, getting into a fighting stance at the figure that was clothed in black, only his brown eyes were left uncovered. "Who are you and how did you get here?" Ace implored when he should have attacked but the figure didn't smell like those rotten rogues, nor did the figure smell like anyth

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.