Novel Ace Novels & Stories

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?

' Ace switches the TV off while I sink down and hide under the covers. 'Why do they have to bring the Spider Backs up? Why are they still pursuing this story?' I whinge. Ace slides under the covers with me. We face eachother, as we hide away from the world, as if this one cover shields us from the world. 'People are curious. They want to know things. Especially about famous people. Everything will be fine. We have each other and that’s all that matters,' he says, caressing my face. 'Do you think they will give up on the story and move onto other matters?' I ask.

“Who was the one who raised his hand to hit me first?! You protected me? Who forced me to write an apology letter when I was ambushed by a lone wolf?! You kept me locked in a dungeon-like room with only a single slit of a window to see the sunlight! You locked me away for two whole years with no company except a maid you treated like trash! You don't love me, Draven…. you have never done anything good for me!” The soft facade on Draven’s face instantly shattered, replaced by a dark, sinister sneer. He threw his head back and laughed. “I see,” he purred, stepping right into my personal space. “So Ace has completely brainwashed you.” He leaned in closer, his dark eyes gleefully tearing down my

I brushed a curl from my face and muttered to myself, “Idiota gato-homens. You’re already in my pages.” The words clung to the still morning air, a secret between me and my notebook and the steady rise and fall of Ace’s chest. Ace shifted on the other side of the pillow and his breathing changed in the quiet way that only told me he was waking. Instinctively, I shoved the notebook back under the pillow, feigning ignorance that I’d just been drawing him like some lovesick teenager. He cracked an eye open, eyebrow quirked, and caught me looking at him.

She was the Moon Goddess’ blessing. Without her, the pack was suffering. But he couldn’t tell anyone. And he refused to reveal where she was. --- *ACE POV* I heard the door creak open. I didn’t turn. I already knew who it was. Only the Alpha would barge in without knocking. “Ace,” he called. I kept facing the wall. Sitting on my bed. This had been me ever since we came back from Blossom Grey.

"If you're done, can you please get up? It's an unsightly sight for a Princess." Startled, I quickly lifted my head and saw that on one of the couches in the center of the library, sat Ace holding an open book. Probably in the middle of reading. He didn't look at me when he spoke. He continued to read. His back pressed against the sofa. His face was so calm as he read. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Correction, what are you doing here?" He didn't even bother to look up from the book that he is reading. My guess is that he would rather read than talk to me.

We had a stare down for a moment before I sighed in defeat. He grinned. “So it’s a deal?” I exhaled. “Fine. But if this goes badly I am blaming you forever.” “Worth it.” Later that night I was lying in bed when my phone buzzed and I checked it expecting Imani and instead it was Ace. Ace: Professor Me: How did you get my number? Ace: Trade secret. I may have told Dante you were coming to his party tonight Me: I am not going Ace: You are already dressed in my head

They already finished their papers anyway. Ace got inside his car and drove out of the school compound, his destination was a mystery to himself but he soon found himself after hours of driving at the old neighborhood he used to live in. He parked his car at a corner and got out of the car. He slowly removed his sunglass and stared at the building before him. The place has lost his vibe after the fire outbreak but the peach tree was still there. The flowers has withered since it's summer and the tree looked weak. But that wasn't what he saw when he stared at the tree. All he saw was a young boy and young girl standing under the rain and exchanging chocolate bar.

I laughed and he looked slightly surprised that I had and then he smiled a little too, and I thought about what I had said to Nikolai and how right it was. Ace Rivera was not performing anything anymore. He was just there, in our kitchen, being himself, and I had no idea when exactly that had started to feel normal. That evening I knocked on Ace's door before dinner. He opened it and leaned against the frame. "What." "The romance novel," I said. "In the library. With Nikolai's name in it." He looked at me. "What about it." "What did the inscription say." He crossed his arms. "Why do you want to know."

" *** Meanwhile, outside the warehouse, Ace sat pensively looking at the warehouse, which looked empty and unoccupied. His eyes stared straight ahead, while his mind was filled with heavy considerations. "Faking death?" Ace's fingers tapped on the rim of the steering wheel, he bit his lip and looked agitated. Shaking his head, Ace began to argue with himself. "But I have to stop Mom's crazy idea. She's going to do an illegal project and endanger everyone. I have to stop her." Ace's brows furrowed, another thought plaguing him. "But what if Alicia has really fallen in love with Nicholas? Will I just stay with Alicia's body, while her heart is for someone else?"