Legendary Ace Novels & Stories

I raised a brow in confusion. He continued," the delta's name is Mason Davis, Ace's father. He's the old beta of Golden Crest and one scary fucking person. I've never met somebody so stealthy in my entire life." Why did he keep this a secret from me? It had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. "Ace is Mason's only child from his true mate that was killed. So he's very protective of them and the only reason Ace isn't also a member of Ash Walker is because the alpha of Golden Crest, Dawson Stoll, had them forcefully mated to their head warrior."

"That’s exactly the point. These guys live for the thrill. And more importantly, there’s a legend going around... a rider they call Ace." Chloé launched into an epic description: Ace was the one who leaned into turns where everyone else braked—the one who never showed his face and whose name alone was enough to silence the paddocks. They said he rode like he wanted to die, or to forget he was alive. "Ace..." I repeated under my breath.

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

He growled as his tongue twisted, lip biting, and completely demolished her mouth. She shook her head as her tears became so harsher and then suddenly the heavyweight was lifted off and Damien was flicked back. “You’re sick Alpha Damien. What about Marlene and your baby boy huh?” Ace says as he growled at him, his canines making him a deadly threat. “Fuck off Alpha Ace, this is none of your fucking business,” Damien said, making Ace smirk. “Leave now,” Ace said firmly, his eyes turning from grey to black. His wolf begging to be out.

Dante gave me another one of those million-dollar smiles that should’ve been illegal and sauntered off toward his car. I was still frozen in place when Ace leaned in. “Smooth, Professor. Real smooth. You almost said your own name without choking.” My face went up in flames. “Shut up.” “Who knew he was going to invite you personally.” “He invited you,” I muttered. “And you,” he shot back. “Which means I’m your plus-one.” “Over my dead body.” We reached his car, a black Mustang that screamed playboy. Ace dangled his keys. “Need a ride?”

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 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.

We have a country to put into balance. Chidi " As you wish sir but it I may ask. Why not use Black Ace instead of using this dangerous individuals? King" (laughs) Black Ace is our ace in the hole, our failsafe, our kill switch and our ultimate weapon. Her skills is required for only special assignments. Just in case we have any emergency, she's the one to take care of it. Any questions? Chidi " No sir. King" Good. Carry on then. ****************************

“Welcome to the Legacy table.” I just sit there, waiting. Seeing no reaction from me, he coughs awkwardly. “Maybe you’ll feel better once you are introduced to everyone,” he nods at his own logic. I give him a half-grin of encouragement. “Let me introduce you around,” he tries again. “Victoria, Simon, Lazarus, Zephyra, and Madison. And of course me,” he stops with himself, placing his hand on his chest solemnly. “Ace.” “You don’t seriously want me to call you that, do you,” I laugh. “Like the ace of spades or a flying ace?” I snort. “Who do you think you are? Tom Cruise.”

Chapter 2. Subtitle: Kevin ace Kevin Ace, the only male grandchild and heir of the ACE group of companies is a prominent and well known name in the business field, every ceo, manager, and business worker most have heard of the name ACE either in articles, news or in person. There is not much to say about him because he is a straight forward and Frank cold man who doesn't show any emotion and likes to dish out orders to his employees who have to carry them out while murmuring.