Black As The Ace Of Spades Novels & Stories

"Hi." Britt threw a look at Ace after throwing her spoon onto the plate. "What. What. You. Doing. Here. Mr. Blake?!" she asked with emphasis. She folded her arms across her chest, then raised one eyebrow. "Even if that chair is empty, you can't just occupy it." The quiff-haired man seemed to have recently changed his hairstyle to an undercut and made it look darker with black paint. At first glance, Ace looked similar to Nicholas because of his new hair. They had the same dark hair and almost the same hairstyle.

she inquired. Without hesitation, I revealed it all to her and told her about my ordeals in the crimson pack. I told her about Jeffery's and Derek's greed and how I had only found her cave because I was hiding from Derek, and that he was still searching furtively for me. "Your mate, what is his name again?" "Ace Black." She froze, her hand almost dropping out of mine as she muttered, "Black." Her face now hardened, and her voice broke as she asked, "What pack does he rule?"

My hair must’ve looked like an after sex haze. “Yes, Dad,” I stepped out from behind Ace’s protective body. “I can decide on my own, and I chose to be with Ace.” They say Arthur Black is a man that can shoot fire with his eyes. At this moment, I can feel his anger radiating from the little distance between us. The blazing rage from his cobalt eyes is not directed at me but towards the man who was standing beside me. Holding my hand in a vice grip as if someone would take me away from him any second.

"King Ace, go with her to her classroom", she said to Ace, and he also called Ace, king. "Follow me", Ace said looking straight into my eyes. I followed him until we reached a place with four statues. "That's King Kurt, King of Hearts", Ace pointed out the first man on my left with a heart engraved above his chest and then holding a bow and arrow. He wore a simple crown, his gentle face drawn that he is a loving man. "That's King Earl, King of spades," he pointed at the man wearing a spade-shaped crown. He also has a whip in his left hand and holding a gun in his right hand. His posture says that he is a womanizer or woman always chases him.

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.

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

One known fact about the Ace of Spades: you could never trust anyone, not even the Alpha King, the so-called head of the high table. I remained silent, staring into his eyes, I searched for any clues or slip-offs from his end. In all my years in this business, he had the most honest facial expression I'd ever seen. Or maybe he was just doing a very good job at deceiving me, and I was taking the bait like a little child. Regardless of whether it was true or not, it was definitely worth the risk, so long as I got my freedom from these shadows.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

“Don’t ever let him drive you.” Emma’s lips curved in a half smile. “You’re jealous again,” she teased. “I’m not jealous,” Rafael shot back. “I just don’t like or trust him.” “Why not? He’s harmless,” Emma said. “Harmless?” Rafael’s voice hardened. “He’s Ace Blacke. Everyone knows what that means.” “It means his family is rich. So what?” she asked. “It means he gets what he wants,” Rafael said, his jaw tight. “And I see the way he looks at you.”

That was a surprise. Well… it was until Nails saw the picture thumbnails on the screen. “What the –” he choked out, eyes bulging. “What… who…” “That’s Ace,” Joker said, pointing at one picture. “No doubt about it. That’s his ace of spades tattoo, right?” “And the guy sucking his dick?” “I don’t know,” Joker said tightly. “But that’s not the worst of them, believe me.” “Oh, hell, no. Tell me there aren’t pictures of them… you know.”