Fire Fist Ace Novels & Stories

It was like fireworks went off, and I couldn't help but get swept away in the wave of passion. McKenzie groaned deeply as she practically sucked on my tongue. Her fingers slipped out of my hair and let go of my neck before her hands trailed across my skin with a feather-light touch that made my entire body ache for more and settled them behind my thighs before she easily hoisted me up, causing my legs to instinctively wrap around her waist. My arms found their place around her neck, pulling her even closer, as if wanting to merge into her entirely---and god, I really did. Her strong hands cupped my butt cheeks, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as she squeezed them, sending shivers of pleas

“The usual. Bomb their headquarters and kill all of them. Well, of course, except for their boss and his right-hand man. Because me and Ashter will be the ones to take care of them. Just also make sure that no innocent life will be at stake.” I took the black pistol from where it was hanging on my waist. I checked it before caressing it. Then I pointed it forward as if I were about to shoot. “Of course. Leave it to us,” Ace said. “My cousins are just waiting for the signal,” he added. I nodded. Truth be told, his cousins, who are skilled snipers, have been a big help to me. “I can finally practice too! It’s been a while since my body had good exercise!” Ashter cracked his knuckles before str

Flossy cries out and that is when I register the scents and presences of my Fated Mates. Dylan’s smoky scent reminiscent of the annual bonfire is drowned out by Ace’s earthy scent of pine and petrichor. That is the only way I can register which is closest to me. Ace’s voice sounds murderous as he snaps,” You jealous, traitorous whore! How dare you hurt my girlfriend?” For the first time outside of training, I feel Ace’s large, booted foot kick my ribs. Only this time it is with an unparalleled ferocity. I think I feel one of my ribs crack, but I am already in so much pain it just intensifies what I am already feeling,

Felix's voice, normally laced with wit and arrogance, now burned with unfiltered rage. His fists clenched around the gun, the veins in his neck bulging, his entire body vibrating with the effort to restrain himself from lunging. And Ace— Ace stood there, calm. Detached. The gun still rested in his hand, the barrel faintly heated up, but his expression held not an ounce of remorse. "Ohh, please," he murmured, voice bordering on boredom. "It just passed through his skin." With a lazy shrug, he scratched the side of his head with the slide of his gun, as though the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best friends with your brother," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

His fingers tapped idly on the car’s roof, each rap like the countdown of a clock. “Keep tabs on him. Every step, every breath. If he makes any wrong move—which I know he will—” Ace’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile, “—eliminate him in the cruellest way imaginable. No mercy. Make it slow. Make it hurt. Make it something he remembers in his last heartbeat.” Fox’s nod was silent, but the flicker in his eyes promised obedience. Ace slid into the back seat, the door closing with a soft thud, sealing the order like a coffin lid.

The queen herself blinked at me, eyes sharp, but didn’t protest when I unpacked a few toys and treats beside her throne of towels and blankets. Ace plopped down in the only available chair, pulling a protein bar from his pocket like he’d moved in. “Figured I’d drop some stuff off and, uh, pick your brain.” “My brain?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, firefighter recruitment,” he said casually, though the glance he tossed at Ofelia screamed this was premeditated. “Saw how fast your crew moved at the fire. Pretty badass.” Ofelia snorted from the bed, covering her face with a pillow. “Please don’t inflate his ego more than necessary.”

{Faith} The bow unfurls. Holding my breath, I lift the lid of the white box. A shiny object comes into view. My eyebrows knit. What am I looking at? “It’s beautiful, isn't it? Perfect for a princess.” Ace is smiling proudly. “Why would you give me this?” He shrugs with feigned ignorance. “Because it’s your 21st birthday?” “Out of everything in this world, you decided to give me a gun?” The pistol sits “pretty” on a red velvety cushion, just like the collar had. Its whole body—except for the trigger and barrel—is lined with shiny diamonds that are obviously real.

I grabbed his hand, squeezing it so tight he winced. “Take me to a place far enough away that if I blow up a mountain, nobody dies. Trinity says we need to practice. And Mac, I love you.” He kissed my knuckles, amusement and worry dancing in his eyes. “I’ll clear my schedule. You can burn down the next mountain over instead. And Tara, I love you too.” Trinity purred inside my mind, smug as ever. “Come on, Firestorm. Let’s see how big a storm you really are.”

Said Finn, opening the door, and they both entered. Ace laughed at his words and flipped him a middle finger, “Can’t ever keep something to yourself, Finn, can you? I wonder what my sister sees in you.” He walked over to sit on his desk. “Oh, she sees wonders. I will record it for you next time so you can learn a few things for your first time.” Finn replied with a grin. Ace picked up his glass ashtray and flung it at him. Finn flexibly caught it in the air and came to place it back on the desk. Laughing.