Black As The Ace Of Spades Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then he let go of me and shut the door behind us like that was the end of the conversation. I spun around. “Who are you?” He sat on the edge of the bed like he had all the time in the world. Reached into his jacket. Pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag. The smoke curled toward the ceiling. “Ace,” he said simply. “Ace what?” His eyes locked onto mine, and I was finally able to see him clearly. His eyes weren’t just blue; they were the color of the deep Atlantic—cold, vast, and capable of drowning you without a second thought.

His suite was painted black. The curtains, chairs were all black, considering himself a Demon, he portray the role of one, by going with the colour that best defines a demon - which was Black. Axton sits in the black sofa, smoking. The room was filled with smells of the cigarettes he was smoking, and he was puffing out the flames of the cigarette, through his nostrils. He was just looking like a complete devil. Braxton enters the suite, and she had this kind of happy smile on her face. She's here to talk to the Boss, and is something she won't trade for a million dollars.

he said immediately and passed me. Oh, come on. This man is unbelievable! I just rolled my eyes and walked into the room. When I entered, there were cards in the bed. "I didn't know that he's really serious?" I approached the cards and took them. "Woah," I whispered softly when I had them in my hand. They are aces, two, three, four to King but the designs of the cards are different. They are black in color and looked like they were glowing. They are also quick to shuffle because they are soft but they it's obvious that they were durable.

Author's Pov Pulling the black neck length shirt off his body, Ace let the horrifying reminder of his past dance before him, the reflection attacked him like the insane part of his mind that had been covering his sanity from the time he understood the cruelty of the world. His deep empty silver eyes roamed all over the marks that embraced him like a detachable lover.

she said in annoyance as she stomped her way to the entrance of the Red Cage building, which was bustling with men and women. Mia couldn't even hide her surprise at the sight of several big, burly men with tattoos and body piercings. Almost all of the men wore the same black leather jacket emblem that read Hades, and some had the Reaper on the back of the leather jacket written on them. And what was even more surprising was that the women there were wearing what could be said to be naked, a little cloth covering their smooth and silky skin.

"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…"

Not a single one. "Cub?" Ace slotted himself between me and the woman beside me at the bar. I was begrudgingly forced to retreat from my blissful thoughts and focus on my surroundings. Sweeping my gaze down Ace's frame, I found him clad in a black t-shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, black jeans which were shredded at the knees, and combat boots. His hands were protected by leather gloves and his facial features were set grimly—as if he had a feeling someone would be dying tonight.

He wanted him broken and dying, a living ghost forced to witness exactly who had destroyed him. Ace stepped into the Intensive Care Unit, one hand gripping a single black rose— beautiful, yet eerily sinister. He moved slowly, sinking into the chair beside the bed. Reaching out, he laid the dark bloom atop the dying body of Lance before him. “How are you feeling? You must be in pain by now, don’t you?” His voice was a low murmur, laced with a depth that felt both intense and dangerous. His fingers toyed with the black petals resting on Lance’s chest. “Even if you’re unconscious, I hope you can still hear me. Open your eyes, Lance,” he added, his gaze shifting from a facade of sorrow to a pier

Now, as he walked graciously onto the dirt, the sheer majesty of his form made my mouth drop open in pure awe. His fur was a striking, jet-black color, and his frame was easily twice the size of Draven’s wolf. His eyes glowed a fierce, electric blue, and cutting straight along the edge of his massive body was a single, flawless line of stark white fur. Draven’s gray wolf rushed forward in a brutal, blind charge but Ace dodged the attack with effortless grace, his massive frame shifting like a shadow. Extending his heavy claws, he brought his paw down, scratching Draven’s flank with enough force to snap the gray wolf back into his human form.