Forearm Ace Card Tattoo Novels & Stories

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚) ╰────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╯ Creases formed in my forehead as soon as read the disturbing yet weird details on my card. Apart from being adorned with strange, ominous symbols and details that I couldn't help but to read, I can't help but to be curious and estrange to its nature.

He whispered and I rolled my eyes. Cocky. " I'm not trying to kiss you." I said angrily. "You shouldn't be worried about me, Ace smokes too and do you know the most interesting thing about Ace? He have tattoos of butterflies in his body. His neck and his torso." Anitra said. I sat down on the bed and bit on my lips. " Why are you telling me this?" I questioned. "Who knows, you might want to know. " He said. " I'll see you in school tomorrow. Save a chair for me, let's have lunch together."

“Lose the jacket and the vest.” Stripping off the jacket and vest, I lay them neatly on the desk beside me. Ace looks me up and down one more time. “Unbutton your sleeves and roll them up to your elbows,” he adds in. “What?” “Just do it,” Ace rolls his eyes. I let out a grunt of disapproval, but I do what Ace asks of me. “Perfect,” Ace claps his hands together happily. I take another look in the mirror, and I look much younger and less uptight. The tattoos that I am always so careful to hide peek out from my shirt. I kind of look like a thug, and I am not sure if it is a good thing or not.

I growled again, my voice shaking with rage. “You’re making a mistake,” he spat, shoving me back, his hand gripping my collar as he pinned me to the wall. But I fought back, slamming him against the wall, struggling to tear off that mask. Then his fist came down hard against my eye, pain exploding across my face. My vision blurred instantly, my sight trembling on the edge. As he pulled back, I caught a mark. A tattoo on his wrist. My breath caught. Only one person had that. “A… Ace?” My voice cracked, broken with disbelief. My hand clutched my aching eye. “Ace?”

The maroon jersey looked wrong on him, but then again, everything about Ace seemed designed to irritate me. His arms were crossed over his chest. Even from fifty feet away, I could feel those ice-blue eyes burning into me. His face looked like he'd just watched someone kick his dog. What the hell was he doing here? And why was he looking at me like that? Ace was Freya's older brother, six-foot-three of pure muscle with dirty blonde hair and these weird tattoos all over his right arm. Pack tattoos, he called them. Whatever that meant. I'd been dating his sister for four years, and in all that time, he'd never once been nice to me. Not even polite. He looked at me like I was something he'd scr

I took a close look at it before my eyes slightly widened. A snake wrapped around a sword and a skull tattoo. The sword was into the skull and the snake was coming out from the skull's eyes, mouth and other holes on it's face. It wasn't big but any person who is or was, in my case, involved in the underworld knew what this tattoo mean The Italian Mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. A C E I stared at Ivy who had her eyes fixed on the tattoo on my wrist which represented the Italian mafia. Her eyes were wide opened and her lips were slightly parted. She hadn't realized that I was staring at her, she was too concentrated on the tattoo.

Elliot winks at him, pulling out an Ace of spades card from his blazer. Hades stumbles back, unable to believe what he just heard. He begins to hyperventilate as he looks at Elliot and the card in his hand. His gaze drops on Elliot's arm, there was an Ace of spades card tattoo on his hand, proving his words right. He had never seen Ace but at this moment, Elliot's features were what he had always heard about him. " Forgive me, Ace." He whispers, falling on his knees, bowing down to Elliot.

"How dare you parade your conquests like this?" Ace's gaze falters. Guilt flashes across his face before he looks away. I take a menacing step closer, my eyes blazing. "How could you be so ruthless? At least show Aura some respect by washing off the stench of your indulgence. Can't you see how broken she is? I thought you loved her?" "You don't understand, Xzen, so please leave my way." Ace defends, his hands fisted beside him. But my eyes widen in shock when my attention is suddenly drawn to the mate mark on his neck – a mark that shouldn't be there.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

Long legs appear next to the car first, followed by a large mass that has my insides quivering. I exhale a shallow breath, steeling myself before turning and walking out of the bedroom. When I reach the bottom of the staircase, Ace steps through the door, shrugging off his coat. My gaze sweeps across the tight muscles beneath the black T-shirt he wears every day and the tattoos on his right arm that I find myself tracing whenever we’re lying in bed, basking in the warmth of each other. This man’s body is the definition of perfection. “Hey,” he greets as he hangs the coat on the rack by the door. “Sorry I’m late. How was work?”