Gol D Ace Novels & Stories

The rapid flow of blood gushing out of his stomach indicated only one thing. Ace hadn't wore bulletproof vest. ___________________________ Please don't mind the typical depiction of the fight, I am not good with action scenes. Next will be updated on Wednesday, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

Troy asked, this was the first time Ace was telling him to think a lot before he makes a move on any girl. "She's not like the other girls. I'm not worried, it's just a warning, cause if you don't make a move you are sure of and you end up losing a gem, I won't hesitate to take up the space you lost" Ace said looking out of the window as he could feel Troy's piercing gaze on him. "You are kidding me, right?" Troy lowered his gaze to the file on his table, as he opened his laptop and types something on it.

Ace asked. 'P-H-O-N-Y' The stone spelled out the words on the board. I was pretty sure that Ace was the one who moved it. "If PRINCE Ace becomes a creature then what sort of creature would he be?" 'G-R-E-M-L-I-N' Ace glared at me while Ren and Nate exchanged a confused look. "Are...Are you really prince Terrence?" Ren asked. 'G-E-T-L-O-S-T' "Oh my my my." I said through gritted teeth as I glared at Ace. "It would seem like an evil spirit is fighting with prince Terrence! Don't you agree, PRINCE Ace?" I challenged him.

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.

Ace asked seriously to Gustavo. "Chameleon?" The now Gustavo furrowed his brows in incomprehension. "Did Jazlyn say lord is like a Chameleon?" asked Gustavo back. Ace was sighing heavily now. "I'll ask you one more time. Do I look like a chameleon today?" Ace asked again seriously. "don't understand, sir," said Gustavo suddenly. "Never mind forget it!" After saying the sentence, Ace has now stepped into his room with very stomping steps. The man had just slammed the door when he entered it.

I added before disappearing inside the bathroom. Ace POV I arrived in Milan with my black car, no one would be able to identify its model because it was exclusively made for me. Where the name of the car should have been was written "A" on it with a masterpiece design which means Ace. The car is so beautiful that people can't stop themselves from staring at it as I drive ahead no matter what type of car they drive. The car should have garnered attention the moment I entered Milan but I know the head leaders have enough to handle already than to monitor a car that has only one person in it. I don't know what Wesley found and I don't know why he insisted that I come over but if I found out tha

Sweat drenched my skin, undoubtedly drenching the rug under me as well. “So good…” he groaned, his fingers curling, touching my g spot that Ace magically found all the time. “So fucking good,” the squelching sound of his plunge and retreat making me moan louder, screaming his name out loud like sex craved woman. “Does it feel good, amore?” It feels so fucking good. I wanted to scream in pleasure, but my throat was parched. It hurts just to say his name. Ace can take away all of my senses only to focus on one, pleasure. The pleasure he could give me. “Please, please, Ace.”

It was a little surprising at first when I found out that Ace drove himself instead of having a driver to drive for him all the time both during work and off of work but when I saw his car, I completely understood why having a driver wouldn’t work out. Ace’s car was one of those fancy and ultra-expensive Ferrari supercars. Thankfully it wasn’t bright red because that wouldn’t suit his image at all. Instead, Ace had opted for a metallic gunmetal color which I thought suited his devilish self perfectly. The devil could substitute his chariot for this Ferrari in the modern day, easy. “What’s your address?” he asked casually.

It's partey afta partey. Ace chuckled as he pictured Mike doing his famous shoulder dance. "I don't think I can make it tonight man," Ace rubbed his temples with a grimace. "Yo! Hold on, I must be talking to the wrong person," there was a pause and then his voice, "This sure is Ace the fountain of shishi*, the god of pounds, dollars, and francs," he hailed.

Why else would the penalty be “a mutt of a driver?” Javier instantly agreed. “Sure. If you want to shake you *ss so badly, let’s do it.” It was just throwing away some money. A game he had played during his childhood. He thought that it would be a good way to reminisce about his childhood fun. Two cars—a Mercedes-Benz G63 and a Mustang 5.0T—zoomed toward the real estate agency with their engines roaring. They competed against each other to be in the lead. Javier was leading far ahead with his 2.6 ton 4.0T Mercedes-Benz G63 using his brilliant driving skills.