Black As The Ace Of Spades นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His infatuation with black was starting to worry me now. I leaned back on his bed, wishing my bed was so soft. I turned and saw a photo display. I hesitantly walked towards it to have a clear look. The first picture was of a small boy who was smiling showing his two missing teeth, so cute - no doubt Ace, with a young lady smiling at him - his real mother. She looked beautiful. He definitely took after her.

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.”

At least he wants to make her happy by staying home and taking care of her. When Scarlet arrived downstairs ready for their next day of sightseeing he was already dressed in his black denim and sky blue t.shirt, simple at the same time dressing with poise was Ace's specialty. His eyes were on stalks looking at the Aphrodite standing before him though he was speaking to someone on the phone.

▪️Ace▪️ Ace snapped out of a dirty fantasy of Emily—dressed all in black, stalking into the bedroom where he lay naked—to stare openmouthed at Simone . It took guts to admit that, and he darted a glance at Emily to gauge her reaction, but as usual the woman remained a blank canvas. “Go ahead.”

Unlike his father's study, this was much bigger, and very much more lifeless. You wouldn't need a soothsayer to know it belonged to Spade. Everything on the inside was black, black couch, black Versace wallpapers, with the logo boldly pieced together by tiny other Versace logos, making the design look very scary and soul catching. The chairs in front of the desk on both sides, were made of black leather, the window blinds were also black, making the whole room look like an endless array of blackness and emptiness. Spade took off his jacket and placed it on the chair, he turned around facing Nate and relaxing his back on the table.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Ace POV Let me introduce myself, the name is Ace black, I'm twenty-seven years old, head of the black dragon family. We're more like an outlaws kind of family, not blood related but brothers none the less. My mother was a druggie and my father, I have no idea who that man might be. I left home when I was fourteen and joined the black dragon family, I started low like everyone else, at the bottom of the food chain till I made it to the top, I'm the head of the family now.

He seemed to be the one she saw earlier upstairs. "The other one is Jack, and that's Queen." (Their code names... they're named after cards.) After Ace individually introduced his teammates and pointed them out, he held her hand again, diverting her attention from the men in front of her. "We're done here. Go back to your positions now," ordered Ace to them. "It's our break time, boss! And why can't we shake hands? Our hands are clean!" Spade protested, but when Ace glanced at him, he pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

"Here we are." "Spooky," Ace said playfully. We stood at the closed door, looking down at a small room with a black coffin in the middle. The walls were dark magenta, with lilac lines and writing running down to the middle of the room and encasing the coffin. Also surrounding the coffin were long black candles in three circles. The coffin had the picture of bats crested around it and a big black dragon censer on it. The censer burnt with red smoke, flowing around the coffin. The walls also had black torches, one that should be on. "Don't light the torches," Ace murmured.

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.