Novel & Cerita Black As The Ace Of Spades

The gruff voice on the other end asked. I pull out the Ace of Spades and hold it up to the camera and say the words that almost punch a hole in my chest. “I need to speak with Ace. Tell him it’s Tess. It’s a matter of life and death.” Knowing that the person on the other end was probably rolling his eyes at my words. Surprisingly, instead of the battle I was expecting, he spoke carefully, “As in The Tess? Tess Williams?” Like that, I felt like my stomach was dropping into my gut.

It was easier to lick your wounds, surrounded by humans who didn't know what you were, but his ruthlessness during missions hadn't gone unnoticed and Wild Bill began delegating the more dangerous liaisons to the henchman's special skillset. He didn't mind, over the years it helped dull the pain of Aimee's rejection. Until he walked out the door today and her scent hit him like a freight train, now he couldn't bear to have her out of his sight, why was she back? His eyes traveled the length of her, memorizing every curve, dip, and feature he could see. Did she still bear the Aces and eights mark? Their patch was a set of four cards, two black eights (clubs and spades), and two black spades.

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.

He said as he ran his hand through his silky black hair. Ace was a monster, a psychopath that needed to be locked up and never to see the lights of day again. Ace was a handsome biracial man with bronze skin, black eyes, a smooth clean jawline, pointed nose, black hair and tall for size. He was an alpha who had an unhealthy obsesssion with me even before I met him. He stood before me in a very expensive suit, his appearance neat like he was ready to impress anyone. "What do you want?" I asked in fear knowing Ace was unpredictable.

know what direction to go since a huge stircase layed in my presence but I do not think Ace would like if I went up there so I followed my instincts and went right. I followed the hallway down and passed by many rooms not willingto see what lies behind. One thing I notice again in Ace's castle is that everything, furniture and paintings is black, different shades of black and it was thrilling and beautiful at the same time. I went up the stairs and entered the seventh room to my left. I closed the huge mahogany door behind me and gasped. This room was huge and beautiful. The King sized beg laid in the centre of the room with black and white bed covers and black bed stand. Opposite the bed w

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

He says eyeing me up and down in approval. "You clean up well too, Nate." I said making him blush and look away while grinning. Then I leaned in and whispered to him. "Get me out of here." "No." He whispered back. Finally, ladies and gentlemen, my escort of the night: PRINCE Ace, the lord of darkness, king of bookworms, god of bad attitude, and son of demons. He was the only one glaring at me like I was a pest of some sort that needed to be killed. His coat was black design with white lines that followed his body. It made him look muscular and strong. His hair was combed back to showcase his frowning eyes. Yes, I know. Not a great look for somehow who frowns a lot.

“I don’t—” “Look at me, Paetyn,” Ace demands gruffly. “I want to talk to your pretty face, not the back of your head.” Exhaling sharply, I do as I’m told. He’s always had that effect on me. I turn to him and drag my eyes from the ground to meet his ocean blue ones. Even in the depths of the night, they shine as bright as a lighthouse out at sea. He’s dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt, matching the inky strands of hair falling over his forehead. The lamppost beside us illuminates the splashes of discoloration in the material and highlights the busted knuckles on his right hand. Dried blood coats the cracked skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

She only blushed. She shook her head. “I’m not having a baby Charlie!!” “Yet.” Ace said with a smirk. He came down with a half-way buttoned up shirt, it was black which matched them all since everyone was wearing a black shirt. He had his hair a little bit wet and his tats on his neck made him irresistible. Plus his smell made her toes curl. Alex, Charlie and Sarah noticed how hot she was becoming as she was looking at her mate to which they only winked at each other.

I chuckled as I puckered my red velvet look lips, the same color as my dress. "Does that include me?" A husky voice entered the room. I quickly spun around to face Ace. I eyed him up and down and watched him do the same to me. Well shit. He was dressed in his signature black suit, black shirt. It fitted him well and I smiled when I saw his pocket square and tie which were red. This man might be good enough for me. "Maybe." I smirked and patted his chest. I enjoyed teasing him, someone had to.