Marco X Ace Novels & Stories

And so did Ace. "You will get it after the party. It's in the fridge," I replied, my eyes going back to the crowd for a moment. And there he was, standing at a corner, beside a table. With a drink in his hand, he looked deep in thought. "Happy birthday!" Wrapping my arms around Tess, I wished her. "Thanks!" She pulled back. "You changed?" Her eyes raked over my gown. Mark, a boy in their group slapped on Ace's back, greeting him. But he ignored him. And when Mark went to reach for the glass in his hand, Ace shot him a sharp look, making him back away.

I said and grabbed my pencil and went back to the sketch I was drawing for class. “I swear, you won’t regret it, Mark throws the best parties around campus and that’s why many people like him.” “Are you talking about Mark Robinsons? Douche of the year who uses girls and changes them on a weekly basis? That Mark?” Keith waved his hand dismissively, “does it matter?”

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

Ace explained gritting his teeth. Mason knew the witch Ace was talking about was Scarlet. “And crazy Marcus kept on pouring me some mixed drinks, I don’t even know where he got it from, man. I was so out of it last night.” He finished and made a sharp sound clenching his belly. Marcus was Scarlet’s elder brother which means he was also Mason’s cousin. “Trust me when I say Marcus is a psychopath, people just don’t know it yet. The guy is weird as fuck.” Ace groaned.

- Ace had a cunning smirk when he lifted the call saying 'hello'. "I was expecting a call from you already. You thought you would make a mess like a street dog, and I will keep cleaning all your illegal outsourcing because you use my mask? You are exposed now, Mr mafia and your little secret about Prosthetics is now out to the world. You cannot play with my reputation anymore. Did you like the slap I gave you?" Ace chuckled loud and narcissistic.

Marley: she must be playing with her mother's make up and shoes. Zag: *laughs* cute. Where's Ace? Marley: In his room playing a video game if not, in the theatre watching cartoons. Zag: ok guys, we going to pay Ace a little visit oh, thank God he's in his room. Hey Ace, Ace: *removes headset* hi Zag. Zag: Hope you don't mind me asking you some questions. He shrugs. Oh, what game is that? Ace: God of War. Zag: cool. How old are you?

Are they immune to it? “Snow is from a family of clerics. It’s their trademark- their skill,” Ace explained. Xy and Josaiah then got up and wiped their faces. They both immediately looked at me, trying to see if I’m okay. I showed them my hand, indicating that everything’s fine. How come Marco and I didn’t get too affected?

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.

Seemed like the bastard sold him to rogues when he knocked him out, he should have never trusted that bastard. A wolf like Marco had connections with rogues, to the point of bringing them to Xavier's pack without the Alpha being unaware. Perhaps, Xavier trusted Marco a bit too much but that was Ace's least of problems at the moment as those thugs cackled at his discomfort and strolled over him, their disgusting hands stretching out to touch his skin, making him shiver in contempt. Ace growled at them, baring his teeth out, suddenly feeling so dirty from their touch. "Don't touch me!" He barked, the gamma in him pushing forth but he knew his dominance didn't work on them, his authority barely

"I am well aware of that, thank you!" Marco left and when Alpha Ace reached the front of his house, he took a deep sigh and his body started to shake like hell. This time, he is torn between coming inside or leaving the house. But his feet seem to move on his own and as he opened the door, his father is talking to a guy in corporate attire. They momentarily stopped for a while upon Ace's arrival. He stood up and the anger was plain to see on his face. "Dad," Alpha Ace smiled even when the tears welled up in his eyes. "How are you doing?"