Black As The Ace Of Spades 소설 & 이야기

Jason McCann's lost cousin. Ace Black -He is seventeen years old. He has black hair with blue eyes and he is dangerous. Controls his own mafia since his father killed his mother at a ball which made Ace take over the Mafia. He's an assassin, Hacker and street racer. Luca, Domenico and Giovanni Romano best friend. Liam Black

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?"

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.

He had not even said a word, and the man wanted to f*cking blow his inn up! With one hand on the bar to support himself, Javier flung himself over and sprinted. The moment he landed on the floor, he raised the pen in his hand, waiting to stab the middle-aged man with it. However, just as his right hand, the one holding the pen, was about to swing down, the middle-aged man successfully pulled out what was in his pants pocket— Three aces?! Javier was stunned. What did the three poker cards mean? He then saw the middle-aged man pull out a fourth ace with his other hand.

“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.

As Zach's eyes landed on the figure approaching, dressed in black, his heart dropped. Ace!

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

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

Just as dark as the outside the interior design was just as black. Geez is this man a CEO or part of the mafia? Seeing her panicked look Alec again could not help but smirk in amusement. Clearing his throat he tried to reassure her that she was in no danger. "Mr Acres has a liking towards dark colours. He finds them soothing and much easier to work with. Not to mention they go well with his style." Yes, maybe black, purple and red were his aesthetic or just the common style for mafia groups but ey, what do I know?