How Old Is Ace Novels & Stories

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.

Buenaventura chuckled. My eyes widened with the person standing in front of me now. I can’t believe he’s the CEO. As my dad mentioned, he is a bachelor. That made sense. He’s just 23. But I can’t believe that someone this young can be the owner of a company. “That’s a very formal introduction, Mr. Dy. Anyway, Mrs. Dy, I wish you a happy birthday!” Ace smiled while he offered the wine to my mom. I guess that’s his gift.

Catherine's eyes turned moist at the mention of her father and Ace rubbed slowly at her lower back. "Ace has always been a brilliant boy. His IQ is above that of an average human and he is a very determined young man. At the age of 3 he could construct a sentence and put a teenager to shame with his words. He is my son. At 20 he is already the top student in his department and already married to the one he said he loves. I am happy for you, son. Whatever I do as always has been for you to make it easier, I might not show it often but I love you."

“For the love of God, stop telling me I look like my mom. Do you guys have a script or something?” Ace laughs, raising his hands in defense. “Hey, it’s not a bad compliment. She was a stunning woman.” “I know, I know,” I sigh, falling back into step beside him. “Just… please. Anything else.” Ace looks down at me, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful analysis as we keep walking. “Fine. You want something else? Truth is… you look way more mature than a normal eighteen- or nineteen-year-old.” Finally. Something new. I turn to him, my interest piqued. “Ooh. Okay. What do I look like then? How old do I look?”

Wait, isn’t that a place where humans go to when they are a child? “How old are you exactly?” Damn that Alpha Ace. He must have gotten her when she was still a teenager. It might have seemed normal in our world but in humans, I could recall that they have a term for someone like that. a pedophile. “I’m 19.” She replied. That made me stop. We were almost the same age. Except I am one year older. In the human world, she should be with someone younger…not like the 50-year-old Alpha Ace.

"You can just tell them that you followed Amaya's location. As long as you made sure you turned it on that night. But I don't mind getting busted anyway. I'm a minor so I could easily get off the hook." I was taken aback by what he just said while getting a bottle of water from the fridge and stared at him for a moment. Now that I realized it I don't know how old Ace was. I just happened to know him because he studied at the same university as me before. But was he that young? He looks like my age though more lousy, I think. I mean he wears sweatshirts every day. Besides, it isn't based on physical appearance. Amaya herself doesn't seem like she's twenty-two.

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 responded with a shrug, his words easing the tension in the room. " I already have a girl that I love, and that girl is not Yara." From the screen, he wore a warm and tender smile as he confessed, and excitement framed their features as they curiously looked at him. " Who is the lucky girl? Wen can we finally meet her? " From the screen, Jakes excited voice rang out as he teased his young brother. " You all know her. I have been in love with her for twenty years." From across the screen, Ace's features were painted with excitement as he revealed, probably too happy to keep his custom poker face.

But when Ace had stormy grey eyes, his were slightly smoldering. I sometimes feared that he was missing out his childhood due to his being serious most of the time. He didn't even have many friends other than Raphael, Tess and Caleb's son and Calvin, another boy in his class. That was it. "Rest assured, Mrs. Valencian, we'll be making sure we don't give him much load," Mr. Devaski said. "Good, make sure to stick to your words. I don't want my son to suffer in any way," Ace warned, pinning the middle-aged man with his sharp gaze.

I laughed a little and wondered if Ace was like this when he was a kid. "How old are you?" I asked again. He showed me his hand with four fingers up, "I just turned four!" He was smiling now, "How about you?" "I'm Cana and I'm turning twenty next month," I smiled happily. "You look cute," Joey commented and I brimmed. Children do not lie. "Hey back off man, she's mine," Ace pretended to glare at his brother and Joey just laughed. They looked adorable together. "Anyway, I'll pick you up at 5 pm sharp tomorrow, alright?" Ace placed Joey down and took the phone.