Marco X Ace Novels & Stories

I asked. She mirrored my smirk. “If I liked trash, then maybe.” I was shocked by her response and every person in the class went dead quiet turning their attentions to her. No one ever stood up to me. To Vlad Damon Marshall. I was angry at the fact that she answered me back, but another part of me was proud that she was strong. Right when I was about to hit her with another comeback, Eli and Jet ran up to her.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Diego snapped aggressively. But before Ace could even respond , Raul had thrown a right hook , his fist colliding with Ace's jaw . Ace was already weak from attacking the Ravens so it would be harder for him to fight . Ace jumped at Raul , sending all my brothers into attack mode . Marco took my mother outside . Ace can't defend himself alone. But they're my brothers , the men I grew up with . Who do I choose ?!.

I sounded pathetic, and I knew it. “Go on then.” “Chris… Christopher Marley. He said everyone calls him Marley, though.” She didn’t need to say anything; I could tell instantly by the sympathy in her eyes that I wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. “He said he was a biker? Sweetie, there’s no Black Aces in town by that name. Not even a prospect… are you sure he said he was from here?” She felt sorry for me, and I hated it.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

"Wow, that's huge. It's worth it though." Why do I feel like Marco did. Although his expression isn't giving away anything suspicious. "Marco?" "Yes?" "What name did you buy in?" "Ermm.. What did you say?" "What name did you use to place your order." "What do you need the information for? It's not even useful." "Are you Hunter Mark?" "I'm Marco Lorenzo, last I checked." He says smiling. "I'm being dead serious." "Yes, I am." "Fifty bloom bottles? Really?"

Ace smiled; his handsome face was like a warm sun descending, dispelling some of the colds of early winter. "Demi, look at this." Ace narrowed his eyes, pointing out that the table was empty. He was immensely enjoying the strength on his shoulders, not muscular, but making him highly comfortable. "Is it done already?" Demi Moore was a little surprised to stop the movement in her hand; that document, at least, she has to do until tomorrow morning! Ace can do it so fast; in addition to translating this job, you still need to type, and you also have to think about words. Do you kind without thinking?

Marco furrowed his eyebrows, still seated, before a terrifying, terrifying howl came from Xavier's wolf. Who had reached them, looking at them, rejecting what he saw, growled at Marco's face, before running as fast as he had, trying to reach them In the blink of an eye, Marco was carrying Astraea, and he used the speed of his shadows, so that he could escape from him, or in the more correct sense, play with him. He was only trying to make Xavier angry, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of Marco's shadow, who was looking at him every time, smiling sarcastically, which made Xavier lose his mind completely, and he was trying to reach him without benefit.

Marcos paused, taking his eyes away from the court, then turned to his best friend as he said with a small chuckle, "You don't even like her." Since he was slowly becoming more comfortable with himself, more than he ever was, he had his hair in it's natural state, wavy and brown with make-up on, wearing his butterfly choker, a black net halter top, cream off shoulder sweater and a pink pleated skirt with pink and white thigh high socks, his crescent and star ring being the only accessory on his finger. "But my reputation, my ego," Ace stated, sighing. "She's destroyed it. Kaboomed it. Even my toaster treats me better than this."