Heart And Ace Novels & Stories

“What’re you, a vampire?” “You’re not exactly quiet yourself, you know. Just wanted you to know it goes both ways.” Like a cat, Ace rubbed his cheek against hers, and Emily couldn’t help stroking him. “But there’s more than that. More than sex, I mean.” Her heart pounded. “Yeah?” “Yeah. And you know it too. That’s why your heart is racing a hundred miles an hour.” Before she could shrug it off,Ace grabbed her hand and placed it over his chest. “Like mine.”

Accurately straight. “Ace—it's-” I was too stunned to say anything. He guffawed, and he lifted my head to greet his eyes. "I wasn't speaking about that,” he gave me an amusing smile. Ace took my wrists in his hands, and he glided them under his shirt. His skin felt hot and silky as he guided my fists up his shirt. He stopped at his rib cage. “I'm talking about this.” I opened my palms and his heart was moving at the speed of light in his chest. My eyes widened, and he laughed some more. “You think you're the only one this love is affecting?” He smirked.

So perfect that she couldn't even compare? "Ace..." Mei Grayson placed her hand on his chest, quietly feeling his heart's solid and powerful beats, causing her cheeks to blush. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Arthur gently caressed Mei Grayson's face, tenderly kissing her soft and rosy lips, not intruding but lightly brushing against them, as if afraid that he would one day lose her. "Ace, don't leave me again." Mei Grayson's whispered voice entered his ears, somehow causing a sharp pain in his heart. A fleeting image flashed through his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

Ava had no idea about what to say to Ace. She just kept staring at him while her heart was beating fast. Eventually, she could not look at him anymore. She stood up and ran toward the kitchen. She closed the door of the kitchen when she got in and placed her hands on her heart which was beating very fast. "What is going on with me?" She asked herself. She knew she did not love Ace because she was still in love with Damon. But why was her heart beating fast just now? She could not even bear to look at Ace anymore because she felt shy. These things only happened when she was with Damon, what was happening to her?

bonuspart 2 Ace’s arms were the only thing keeping me tethered to the world. Every step he took was a careful calculation, like he was balancing both my body and my fragile heartbeat. Outside the estate, the chaos had escalated, but I couldn’t focus on it. Sirens screamed somewhere in the distance. Gunfire crackled faintly behind us. I could feel my heartbeat thundering unevenly, each pulse a painful reminder of the bullet lodged in my side. But Ace… Ace was perfect. Solid. Focused. Dangerous in the most comforting way possible. He carried me like I weighed nothing, like my pain, my fear, my exhaustion could be held in his hands and shielded from the world.

I demanded. “Yes.” Straight to the point and straight through my heart. I clutched my chest as I took offense at his word and let out a loud gasp. “I hate you.” I whispered and looked away from his gapping face as I followed the two princes to the open area where they were supposed to execute Ingka. Unfortunately, there were too many people around that it was hard for us to pass through all of them. “Damn these people!” Ace cursed and by the looks of it, he was desperately trying hard not to hit people in the head for pushing him. He even growled at a girl when she tried to move past him.

Why do the people with the coldest hearts seem to get all the blessings? I shook my head, trying to clear the bitter thoughts. I set my phone down on the side table and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't let her win by letting her ruin my peace. I had to focus on the only thing that mattered now and that is making sure I could provide a good, stable life for Ace. He was my world, and I would do anything for him. -Ace’s POV- The moment I heard the door click shut and heard my Mommy’s footsteps fade away, I opened my eyes. I didn't feel like sleeping. I had a mission. I reached for my laptop and flipped it open, the blue light of the screen reflecting in my eyes.

“You are my center. They are my family. I don’t need titles to know my place. I want to stay. I want to grow with you. All of you.” Ashley’s throat tightened. Then all eyes turned to Ace. He groaned. “Why am I last? That is rude.” “Ace,” Nolan said. Ace huffed and leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “I am scared shitless,” he admitted. “Straight-up terrified. But…” He swallowed. “I am done pretending I am not in this with my whole damn heart.” Ashley felt her heart pounding. Ace shrugged helplessly. “I don’t want to be somewhere else. I don’t want someone else. I want this messy, insane, emotional-ass—” he pointed around the room “—group. And I want you.”

Ace. His heart thumped. "Mister..." "Shh." Ace placed a finger on Brewster's lip. "I want you." He muttered as he slid his hand toward Brewster's waist.

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin