Cure Ace Novels & Stories

Ace looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes before leaving me to clear the dishes. After cleaning the dishes he rushes back to my side on the chair "Sunshine are you sure you're alright?" He asked with worry in his eyes. I smiled at him "What should I do to prove I'm fine?". Ace got up and lifted me up bridal style "Don't lift a finger, I'm not risking anything". When we got to our room, Ace placed me on the bed and proceeded to prepare a bath. Few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom "I have prepared a therapeutic bath, it will help you relax more" Ace explained. " You didn't have to" I said sitting up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Just as I got up to get undressed I overheard Ac

My Alpha mate, Leon Worth, brought a breathtaking mermaid into our estate. He named her Nerissa and tended to her every need with painstaking care. That day, the moment Leon stepped out, Nerissa walked right up to me—and placed my Luna Crown on her own head, right in front of my face. "Leon and I have known each other for six months now. He promised me with his own mouth—he'd take care of me for life." She traced a finger along the crown's rim, her smile poised. "I've made up my mind—I'm willing to drink the potion for him. I'll give up my tail. Delores, step aside and hand over the Luna position. It'll save everyone the humiliation in the end." I didn't argue with her. I just waited for Leo

Ace got his blue eyes from his mom and black hair from his dad; he was the perfect combination of the two. Seconds later, my parents came in carrying plates and drinks. After placing them on the table they took their seats next to each other beside Mr Romano. I was sitting at the end of the table, Mason was in between me and Ace who had his legs crossed on the other chair and his head resting against Mason's arm with his phone in his hands. He really didn't give a fuck as to where he was or that his parents were present. He just say what he wants, do what he wants and where he wants.

This made them all even more confused and clueless. "Plaster and ointment? What for? Don't tell me you want to treat your wound with this?" Gerry asked incessantly because werewolves don't need things like that to heal wounds. "Yes, I want you to help me treat my hands with that thing," Ace replied casually, leaning back on a chair with his right leg raised. thigh. "Oh come on Ace, what's wrong with you? You can treat your wounds easily without that thing, but..." Ace raised his hand, signaling Gerry to be quiet. "Shh... Shut up and just do what I tell you. You know I don't like being denied, right?" he said emphatically.

She remained silent, not meeting my gaze. "What's that?" Ace touched the packet, taking a closer look. "Drugs," I replied. His hand jerked away from the packet as if it burnt him. Stepping away, his hands clenched into balls, shoulders tensed. I frowned. What's wrong? I tried to search for something in his eyes, but he was swift to move his gaze from my questioning one and turned to Liza. "So it's proved then. It was you who planted those… drugs into Caleb's car." His expression tightened even while saying the word. "Why?"

Adrenaline floods my veins as I push my legs forward, despite the throbbing in my ribs, and climb the stairs two at a time with the medical kit under my arm. Ace is exactly where I left him on the bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling. He doesn’t move an inch when I settle on the mattress beside him, flipping the red plastic box open. He has everything I need to clean him up—gauze pads, antiseptic wipes, bandages, Tylenol. The medical kit will do nothing to help the bruising and swelling, but it can at least clean away the blood and offer him some relief for the pain.

Before coming here I had already made up my might, I was planning on getting rid of the curse by sacrificing myself. But I didn’t want to tell her that. I wanted her to accept me as her father so even when I'm gone she will be able to take over the Blossom grey pack. “I’ve heard Blossom grey packs have different specialties from doctors. I hope you can take Ace there so he can’t get cured.” She suggested. It was easy for me to do, taking Ace to my pack will take almost nine hours and before the twenty four hours was over he will be able to meet up with treatment.

I protest, feeling a rush of panic. Ace chuckles lightly, his demeanor surprisingly calm. "It's fine; I already crushed one in the soup." My eyes widen in shock—so he wasn’t planning to kill me with a bullet, but with a little white pill instead. A wave of tears wells up in my eyes, blurring my vision as the reality sinks in. How much time do I have left? “Don’t cry, love; it’s just something for the fever,” Ace reassures me, his tone soothing. “It was specially invented by one of my doctors; it works wonders.”

I said and grabbed my pencil and went back to the sketch I was drawing for class. “I swear, you won’t regret it, Mark throws the best parties around campus and that’s why many people like him.” “Are you talking about Mark Robinsons? Douche of the year who uses girls and changes them on a weekly basis? That Mark?” Keith waved his hand dismissively, “does it matter?”

Knock. No answer. I knocked harder. “Hey, you!” The music got louder. I knocked again, ready to break the one apartment rule on day one. Finally, the door cracked open, and Ace leaned against the frame, grinning like he’d been waiting for me. “Enjoying the concert?” he asked over the thump of the bass. “Turn it down!” I shouted. He cupped his ear. “What’s that? You like it louder?” My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me right now?”