Black As The Ace Of Spades Novels & Stories

He walked in as if I didn't exist, as if I weren't in front of him. The shower shut off and a few beats later, out walked Ace. I groaned at the sight of his bare ass and slapped a hand over my eyes, only removing the hand once the shuffling stopped. When I opened my eyes, I found Ace clad in black boxer briefs. He stood at the entrance of his walk-in closet with a black leather-bound book in his hands and a grimace marking his face.

But maybe the most damning evidence? She had run. Skipped town on the back of Gents bike that very night. I didn’t know Gemma well, but I knew Gent. And it was his betrayal that hit the Black Aces the hardest. He was their brother. And he had betrayed them. It didn’t matter if he had been involved in Fender’s assassination. He had chosen a side. And it was the wrong one. It was only a matter of time before the Black Aces went after them. Maybe they already had. And Ruin just hadn’t told me.

“I didn’t think you were the sentimental type, Kade.” A figure stepped into the light, tall and lean, dressed in all black. Kade’s face was partially obscured by the low brim of his hat, but Ace could see enough—the sharp angles of his jaw, the cold intensity in his eyes. He hadn’t changed much, at least on the outside. But Ace knew better than to trust appearances. “Sentimental?” Kade repeated, his lips curving into a small, humorless smile. “You mistake pragmatism for sentiment. I didn’t come here to reminisce, Ace.”

“No one plays that game except Ace…” “Oh then, I'll just play against him…was about to request a partner anyways..” "You'll fail" My brows pinched together, “why?” “That's Ace's own game. No one can beat him at it.” “One time, his family assets were at stake, so he won it back with this game, hence he was awarded the title, Ace of spades. That's his game Jasmine, I advice you pick another one.” You're very wrong. Ace only knows how to play that game, perfectly, because I taught him, when he dated.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Contented and smiling, I moved out to see a big, burly, black guy standing in front the garage door. I remembered him from the last time. The bald guy that dragged in Eddy to be murdered by Jake. He gave me a skeptical stare. “Miss Rachel?” “Yes?” I saw the way his eyes traveled down and then rested on my boobs. I wasn’t wearing any bra,though I am D-cup sized, my boobs were robust, firm and full. He moved his eyes back up to my face. “Come in please. We are all waiting for you. I am Black Ace.”He brought out his hand, offering it to me for a handshake.

Kaden smiled profusely as he fiddled with a ring on his finger. Ace turned around and | saw him tense up as he stared at me. I saw a subtle gulp run down his throat as he tried to remain emotionless. His eyes sparkled, very dark, very cold. He wore a black suit that fitted his form perfectly. A small white rose poked out of his pocket. I took it all in. He was definitely more attractive in this light.

Ace’s body looks as beautiful as ever, though black veins spider out from the black wound of the Shadow Blade. “I need something…I need blood…Oh Goddess, I need blood,” Ace gasps and grips his throat and his mouth shows fangs protruding. Ace’s all black eyes stare at me, unreadable as they no longer have and white of pupil…just black.

Black been in-love with me, whiles smiling as I decide to go look for my best friend and checkup on the patients later. After all, they are all doing good and when they need me, they will definitely call for me. So for now, ' mission-search-for-Marigold activated' I say to myself, still grinning at the thought that mr. Black may like me. AT THE C.E.O OFFICE! 'Why are you here, Asmodeus?' A deep voice angrily asks. 'Do I need your permission to also be in the human world?' Another voice replies with amusement. 'Answer me!' The deep voice angrily roars.

I closed my I*******m and glanced at my wristwatch one last time and sighed. Why wasn't he here yet? Not even twenty minutes later Ace came to my house looking as hot as ever. His jet black hair was styled back and he was wearing black jeans trousers with a white shirt and a black leather jacket over it. He looked like a bad boy which he was. Black was his color. Everything black-suited him so perfectly. He bend over and kissed my lips, his hand angles my head so that he could kiss me better. After a while, he broke the kiss and smiled "missing me, my sexy Butterfly?" He questioned and I nodded my head.