Miyuki Ace Of Diamond Novels & Stories

he asked. "Buka is beautiful, just like you," Ace answered casually, although in his heart he felt a strange stirring. Ace has fallen in love with a girl named Theresia. Ace's words just made Theresia blush, her cheeks flushed red. The woman looked away to avoid Ace's gaze. "Thank you, I like these flowers. Fragrant and beautiful, where did you get them?" asked Theresia diverting the conversation. Ace was silent for a moment, searching for the right answer. "I got it from a very special place, the flower is also very special. It will not die even if it is not sprinkled with water," she said still with a sweet smile.

Noticing Moxie’s tangled mass of short, dirty blonde dreadlocks dart around the crowded bar, she relaxed slightly. Without bothering to inquire, Mj’s giant dance partner ordered two drinks for them and started chatting with the bartender. He snagged Mj’s hand and started to run his thumb over the back of her knuckles when she felt something soft and familiar brush over her shoulder. Turning her head, Mj caught sight of Ace as he winked at her and then scooped her up into his arms. “What the hell do you think you 're doing,” he spat and began to growl. Mj opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing when Ace tucked Mj under his arm and pulled her face so close to his she thought he might k

I didn't know why that crap needed her around. "Ace." Mia's voice sounded from behind. I turned to see her, and planned to complain about her time wastage. But, I ended up noticing her, even though I tried to unobserve her. She wore an off shoulder, dark blue pencil gown, and a black, three inch heels. Her hair was packed in a ponytail and her round earrings jumbled as she walked to me. Her pale face looked adorable in those blended foundation, and her lips glimmered in the dark red lip stick. Her makeup as a whole brightened her look.

Ace started. “PRESENTS! I’ve never been good at wrapping PRESENTS! Our Christmases will be hideous. I’m sorry you had to find out this way honey.” Romano spoke frantically as he yelled over the Bluetooth. “As much as I would love to hear what Ace had to say, your targets are coming in hot. He’s in the Red McLaren GT3.” Alice said, annoyance lacing her words. I looked to my left to see a cluster of cars in the distance, Mikkinol’s McLaren leading the pack. I quickly slid off my wedding ring, and attached it to the chain of my necklace, tucking it under my shirt to avoid it from being seen.

We continued eating in silence. —-------------------------------- Ace’s POV My wife is attempting to entice me. She's pretty, I have to say; I've always liked petite! She's also troublesome, which I enjoy! On the down low, I don't want a woman who is completely submissive. But since this is Angel, she shouldn't act like my ideal wife—rather, she should act like a payment, the only thing she is to me. Why is she putting in so much effort to pique my interest in her?