Manfred Von Karma Ace Attorney Novels & Stories

Edwin let out a sigh with his doubt and said, “The same drama. Ace happened.” Liam shook his head in annoyance. He stomped his foot shouting “Again? Why won’t he leave you alone? That son of a...” “Li.” Edwin put his palm on Liam’s shoulder, stopping him from uttering furthermore. Edwin smiled at him saying “Leave it. It’s our moment. Don’t talk about him. I have had enough of Ace, today.” “Ed, I think you should file a complaint against him.” Edwin let out a nervous chuckle with his sentence. He replied, “Do you know who he is? Ace Roberts. Son of Arthur Roberts. The heir of fucking Roberts enterprises. People like us can’t do anything. Even my friends, who are enough powerful, can do nothi

Flame asks, ignoring his request. "I don't know. He kept his information private so if one of us was discovered and tortured we couldn't out the others. I didn't even know Merida was working for him." He starts to pace around the room, his head snapping to the door when it opens and Anastasia steps inside closely followed by Amara. I step in front of him when he leaps at her, snarling and failing to control his wolf. "Kill the bitch. Get out of my way or I'll kill you too, Cain."

“Now get dressed. Esther says Ace wants a word before his meeting with the Armanis.” I blinked. “The Armanis? As in the bloodline of Italian mafia royalty, who can make people disappear with a phone call?” Sky nodded. “Yep. Those Armanis. He wants you there.” I groaned, flopping back on the bed. “This marriage didn’t come with a manual.” Valerie leaned over me. “No, but it came with Ace Reynolds. Which is basically the same thing, just with more guns and fewer instructions.” — Thirty minutes later, I was in Ace’s office, wearing jeans and a crisp white shirt he liked. He said it made me look “dangerous in disguise.” Whatever that meant.

Complete contradictions that fit perfectly, if that's possible. Ace was a complicated man with many demons he never truly dealt with. He was good at pushing his own needs to the bottom while avenging anyone hurt by his family. He was rude, inconsiderate, and loved fucking with people, but he never hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. Most the world can't take matters into their own hands like Ace did though. I did believe in the law and that it was needed, but I also trusted in Ace. That's why even though I sat on the wrong side of good and bad I always remained by Ace's side.

“I don’t have all night.” His eyes darkened—not angrily… but like I’d lit a fuse. “First,” Ace said, voice low and lethal, “don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again.” “I didn’t put myself—” “You snapped a man’s neck,” he interrupted. “Shot another one in the throat. Handcuffed. Surrounded by mafia soldiers. And you did it without blinking.” “And?” I challenged. “And,” he said, jaw clenching so hard I saw the muscle twitch, “I damn near had a heart attack.”

“Jermaine Leonard!” Kace Jones knew that name well. After making his comeback through gambling, his interest in the field was piqued, and he managed to seek tutelage under the famous Avalokitesvara. He learned a lot from his master. Two years ago, Avalokitesvara was brutally wiped out in a game of wager. Despite not being there personally, Kace knew that his master retired immediately after the loss and left the gambling scene. The winner who defeated him was the God of Gamblers.

He should worry about getting bad karma for extorting a teenager like me. "Hah! You're pulling the karma card against us, now, huh?" The chubby manager wrinkled his nose in disdain. "Only incompetent, overly emotional, and helpless people like yourself would say that! Have you ever seen someone capable talk about bad karma? Capable individuals take revenge on their enemies without waiting around for karma. Do you get it? "The termination price won't change. Pay up if your family can afford it. If not, you can forget about doing anything! Everything will be fine as long as you never show your face in the competitive league again!"

Ace teases. "Tristan's a sick and twisted male, probably lacks a mother's touch. Though he won't be missing his mother anytime soon after she hits him in the head and he goes to juvie or something." To be honest, I never was a fan of revenge. I'm a strong believer of karma, and it's going to come when you least expect it. Turns out Ace was a strong believer of karma as well, except he also believes that he is karma itself, and so he wants to take it upon ourselves to do the universe's work.

I look up at him, my eyes searching his face, he's doing the same and my hand Itch's to touch him. "FUCK!" Ace gets to his feet, nursing the side of his face. "Who the fuck are you!" He says with anger, looking at the driver. "Vanko." He replies with his eyes still on mine. I clear my throat and look at Ace. "I think you better go." I fail to keep the laughter out of my voice. "This isn't over Caddie. Not by a long shot." He gives me the death stare as he jumps in his car and takes off speeding.

"I would have reckoned you aren't the garrulous types but then again, we were all proven wrong at the training grounds today" "Can you fucking shut up, your voice is riling!" Ace banged his fist on the table, getting everyone on alert as they bared their sharp teethes. Ace equally did the same, he was a gamma, he spurned to be deterred. "What are you going to do, thwart us. Come on, I can take you, bastards?"