Romans & histoires Black As The Ace Of Spades

She sighs, twirling the tips of her hair around her finger – ignoring me. “Ms. Black isn’t from the Salacious Players Club.” Ace points out, looking past her as if he is trying to look for someone to save him. She snorts, dropping her hand. “She’s not? Don’t tell me she’s from the Charity Auction?” Displeasure wraps around her words viciously, striking me across the face in mockery. Ace steps back, widening his stance as his eyes narrow into thin slits when they meet her cruel gaze. “Yes, Ms. Black is from the Charity Auction, Lisa, and there is nothing wrong with that.”

I exclaimed because it's a king spade. The mafia boss stopped first and looked at me and smiled slightly. "What do you think?" he asked me in a whisper. "We will win, that's the ace of spades," I replied. One of his eyebrows suddenly raised, which increased his attraction to him even more. "If you're right about that ace of spades, will you date me?" he whispered into my ear. "Uhm… Deal!" I responded. "Well said." And he smiled again. This was the first time I saw him smile freely.

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.

I just kept mum as the journey headed into the unknown. —------------------------------------ Ace’s POV “Take out the blindfold!” I ordered my man once Luis was chained on the chair. I sat like a king on the throne, on top of the metal table, my revolver lying peacefully beside me. “Hello brother!” I mumbled to Luis, who blinked continuously to clear his vision. “Ace, you flew all the way here!” He responded in a relaxed tone. It worried me. “Yes! Aren't you surprised to see me?” I wondered, getting down on my toes, and beginning to walk towards him.

It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can’t read just yet…’ “Hi, guys! It’s a beautiful morning in San Diego and I’m here with the latest updates on ‘Black & White’ trilogy! I must say your feedback up to this point, is absolutely fantastic and I’m looking forward to making lots of progress on the edits for the third book, ‘Crimson Love’. I know a lot of you are anxious for info, so I hope to have an official release date for you as well as a cover reveal by the same time next week. I hope more of you will jump on board and take this romantic trip with all of you, already loyal fans, and with yours truly.” Everly grinned and fist-pumped. “Also, I’ve started an all-new s

"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.

All of them reeked of despair. Xareth’s cloak shifted as he pulled something out, the small obsidian vase etched with crimson runes. My heart dropped. “Get me the Heartstone,” he said flatly. And before I could resist, my wolf surged forward. I was no longer in control. She moved like a shadow, slipping into the nearest cage. The man inside barely had time to scream before she pounced. Her claws ripped into his chest. Blood gushed as she dug through bone and flesh, until a flickering yellow gem was torn free.

My palms were drenched in sweat by the time we'd entered. We passed several tables occupied by men in tailored suits or casual brand name wears and women dripping in diamonds, all of them turning to watch us with curious eyes. But again, Noir seemed oblivious or rather, used to their attention. His focus was entirely on navigating us through the space. We reached the far end of the exclusive club, where a large black leather booth dominated the corner. The table in front of it was a work of art—black marble shot through with veins of gold and red that caught the ambient lighting. It looked like it cost more than most people's cars.

I looked at everyone and their poise seemed to be against me, including the Black house (since that's what they are called. Save I forget, the Black house was consisting of Ace's friends and teammates alone. And although they looked badly aggrieved at my actions they squeezed their faces and said no words and I perceived it's kind of just to respect Ace. Except for Kai who wore a non-challant expression, it seemed like if Ace were to leave my hand, they would throw me under the bus. Jaxon came beside Ace and said, "You have to let her up for a bet and trust she'll be fine. If not you know the rules --- you're calling for war."

I didn’t like living this life anymore and it was one of the reasons why I left America in favour of attending University in Australia, a place where I could start afresh and leave everything in the past, including my family’s wealth, name and status. “Why are you out here alone?” Came an unfamiliar voice from somewhere in the shadows and turned to face the person but I couldn’t see them. His British accent was so prominent with every syllable’s emphasis. “Whose asking?” The person appeared from the shadows and it was a guy about my age or older, I couldn’t really tell. He had the darkest hair I’d ever seen and he wore all black, kind of like those cliché stories and there was a bottle in on