Forearm Ace Card Tattoo Novels & Stories

“This is an initiation, for you to never betray your alpha again. This is your second chance now so do not fail us. One wrong move and this tattoo will electrify you.” Maximus' deep voice said. When they were finished, Mark returned to the crowd and Ace focused on me now. Maximus grabbed my hand and made me hold Ace’s hands. Maximus then grabbed a big necklace made of white beads and put it on our heads as he muttered something in the Latin language again. Ace’s hands were warm, opposite to my cold ones and I gripped his hand tightly, feeling cold from the sudden breeze. A thunder emitted from the sky but Maximus continued.

"All right, let's try it for a week and see what I get out of it." Ace furrowed his brow and quickly understood her meaning. He grinned. His smile inspires wonder in Rye's heart. The tattoos on his arms make him gorgeous and incredibly attractive. She dislikes tattooed individuals, but he is an exception. Ace has a better body and is hotter than Lucas; what the hell? She pondered. "Are you in agreement?" Ace questioned what perplexes her. "Concur with what?" Ace wore a cheeky grin on his face. “I see. I'm correct. You're spacing out."

I couldn't free myself so might as well enjoy it while it lasts. I looked at the students and saw the biggest line for the tattoo Booth. We had successfully convinced, Mr. Frederick (teacher in charge of fests in school) to allow a tattoo booth and call a professional tattoo maker. It turned out to be the best idea ever. There were plenty of guys and even a few girls in the line. As we passed the Booth, I heard a faint scream from inside and shuddered thinking about the oozing blood. Thank God I didn't want tattoos. My mind drifted to Ace, he had two tattoos clearly but I knew he had more on his chest and back. Why did he do them if it pains so much? Did he want to cause pain to himself? If

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

ORA’S POINT OF VIEW. I gasped as that same, chilly, dark voice spoke, my eyes zeroing in on Damien. He had unruly dark hair, tattoos all around his hands, and another of a scorpion travelling a path up his neck. Underneath his left eye, he had another tattoo of an ace of spades drawn there; he also has a piercing on his left ear….his dark eyes did not look anywhere other than me, his lips stretched in a smirk that got me feeling ridiculously hot for some reason.

I took another shot and effectively made another solid in the center pocket. I looked up at Ace and raised my eyebrow as my gaze fell onto his shirt. A smile tugged on his lips as he started to unbutton his shirt, Romano doing the same. As his shirt opened, I felt my panties moisten. His torso, back, and arms were covered in dark ink and intricate designs. The design on his neck blended into a perfectly detailed design on his chest.

I also knew that Rose could possibly be the only person who could calm him down so I decided to let him go. I stood there and evaluated the woman that managed to send Lucifer off on a one-man rampage. There was one thing that I took notice of and that was her manly style of dressing. Her haphazard dressing made her look as if she crawled out of some dingy alleyway or possibly worse. Her arm had a tattoo along the length of it. The tattoo looked to be a set of four aces, ace of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and most importantly, spades. It didn't look professionally done and the tattoo seemed to be fading away.

I replied softly, my fingers tracing the intricate lines of his hand tattoos. As my fingertips glided over the designs etched into his skin, I couldn't help but marvel at their uniqueness. His tattoos are very peculiar. Unlike the tattoos sported by his friends, Ace's ink seemed to tell a story of its own, each symbol and pattern holding a mysterious allure. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as I felt his hand sliding inside my panties, his touch warm and comforting. His hand lingered just there. "Ace," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly over his chest.