Cool Ace Of Spades Novels & Stories

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.

"I bet on the outsider, just for the thrill. I’m hoping he finally knocks the legend of Ace off his pedestal." "Which one is Ace?" I asked. Chloé scanned the crowd. "Nobody really knows. He shows up, he wins, he leaves. He always keeps his full-face helmet on, even in the paddock. A total ghost. Word is he has connections to the Corsican mob—a guy you don't want to mess with." "Ace." The Ace of Spades of the night. It sounded a bit too cliché to me, like a bad biker movie. The more mysterious someone is, the more people invent stories.

“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

I'm a good influence on someone. "How about I check?" Ace volunteered. He closed his eyes, his hair instantly bursting out in flames and light fire burning on the surface of his fireproof short-sleeved shirt. His pale white skin turned pale lava colour with lightning bolts on his forearms, lava dancing in the bolts. I bit my lip at my beautiful mate, my pretty big mate. Wait, what?

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.

The acrid scent of ozone and burnt copper hung heavy in the air, thick enough to coat the back of the throat. Sparks continued to spit from the fried control panel, casting a flickering, electric blue strobe across the damp stone walls of the west wing transit gallery. Beneath the half-open iron security gate, Julian’s fingers locked around Elder Torin’s throat with terrifying, crushing precision. The elder’s heels scraped desperately against the flagstones, his breath catching in a dry, rattling gasp as he was hoisted inches off the ground by raw, unadulterated Alpha fury.

Nicole was last in, adjusting her tits in her bra under her black t-shirt. "Get a good view?" I asked Matt. "Uh, yeah," he said. "Nice," I laughed, and offered him a high five. He made a weird look, but high-fived me anyway. Usually I wouldn't have bothered, but I'd started to come up with a plan and to kick it off I needed Matt to not hate me for the next few hands. Speaking of which... Ace. Of Spades. Fuck. For a second I thought things could go very poorly, but then it was like the heavens opened up and said, 'Nay, Tom. Tonight will go perfectly for you.'

Jade looked at him with so much anger burning through but he tried not to show it. "Hey, naughty Ace! Since when have you ever sponsored idol singers?" Curiosity laced Jade's eyes as he asked. With this, Sapphire turned to him, surprised. "Ace? You mean he's your cousin, the Ace you mentioned to me the other day? So are you Mr. Ace, sir?" She asked with a distrusting look. "Yes but..." Ace tried to explain but Sapphire cut into his words, abruptly. "Is that why you never gave me your business card?"

Everyone kept their bets pretty minimal. Discard one, flip the turn card. Three of diamonds. Thane raised one hundred. Everyone called. I discarded and flipped the river. Ace of clubs. Shit. I had nothing but a pair of threes. Tove and Sweetcheeks folded. I called. Thane won with a pair of Jacks. Asshole. "Shirt, please," Sweetcheeks called, her smile big and bright enough to light up the city. She clapped her hands together. "I like this game much better."

“Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.” She inclined her head slightly. It felt more like a warning than a greeting. Next to her stood a woman with a wild swirl of pastel hair that shimmered with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. It shifted as she blinked, brightening to an almost neon green as her gaze swept over me. “And this,” Calvin continued, “is Professor Ashleigh Dana, Head of Everley House and Professor of Experimental Spellcraft.” “Oh, she’s interesting,” Ashleigh said immediately. Her voice was bright and warm, but there was something chaotic in her eyes. “I like her energy. It’s all sharp edges and tangled threads. That usually means un