Novel Ace 소설 & 이야기

He whispered to me and I smirked, “Go on, I want to see it with my own eyes.” He nodded, still in his rampage mode. He really was not showing any mercy as he went full blown attacking them, massacring them. When we reached the Fowler’s room, they fired some strange weapons at us but Ace was quick to crack our bones and kill them. Everyone was almost dead, except the old man, our leader. “You killed enough of my men, bastard!” He yelled in rage, pointing at us his machine gun, and continued firing. But Ace’s skin felt like his skin was made out of stone as it didn’t even have any effect on him. He blocked every bullet and instead, grabbed a metal to fire it back at him. The bullet pierced str

As from what I heard from the housemaid, Ace never attended the funeral ceremony ever since he grew up. The priest nodded his head enthusiastically, gesturing at me, " Sure child! Come forward!!" Slipping on my shoes, I walked forward to sit next to him just like he suggested. After reciting some prayers, he put something in my palms to place it under the picture. Right before I could drop the thing, a deep voice came from my back, arising goosebumps all over my skin, " Looks like you love to disobey me, Princepessa!" _________ " Slow down!! ACE!! SLOW DOWN!! FUCKING SLOW DOWN THE CAR!!!"

Ace had hold of my hand that he grabbed in order to turn me back to face him and his other hand rested on my car, next to my head, blocking me in with nowhere to escape. My breath hitched in my chest as my heartbeat escalated into overdrive. The hold he had on my hand felt strangely… nice. Comforting even and I swear there were little tingles that danced across my skin where he held it. Ace took a breath and swallowed as he looked down at me and I could swear he felt what I just did. He seemed to get a hold of himself as he looked at me seriously before speaking. “This goes beyond a simple fuck," he muttered lowly, and his eyes darted towards my lips. My breathing was already coming out in n

I have everything going for an attack and all he had to do was wait less than eight hours so we could do this together. I don’t know why I’m even surprised. Ace would do something like this. Ace does what he wants. Reckless on his part but he wouldn’t have waited. I exhaled and shook my head. We might get there too late because Ace has decided to go on a solo mission that could get him and everyone killed.

Not all people are born in the comfort of a cozy life and a filthy fortune. Moving against the tide of nature, kill people and live on her own is the path Ace chose to live. In it she feels the purpose, an entity lurking in the shadows. Not fond of the light cause all it does is blind people, and it's a disgusting thought for her. *** Chasing after a moving target. She could feel the ripples of rain water as each step hits the ground. It's as if they're silent witnesses, turning a blind eye on this.

She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy. When Ace Duhamel is told by his superior that they were expecting a new addition to his team, he hates the person automatically. He does not want anyone new in his team as he believes that they are okay as they are. He tries to convince the major general that the new lieutenant could join another team but the decision has already been made. He vows to make the new team leader's life a living hell in the team until they leave on their own. He is shocked to see the person who arrived two days later to join his team.

The game is over. “Kingsford wins the championship!” The arena erupts. People are screaming, chanting his name. “Ace! Ace! Ace!” This is… new. Kade’s always been the star. Ace pulls off his helmet. And wow. He’s undeniably good-looking, in a dangerous kind of way. Piercings gleam on his eyebrow and lip. He smirks, grabs the championship cup, and hoists it over his head like he’s won everything.

He was an athlete, a legendary playmaker who had broken every rule to skate beside me, but right now, he was simply my mate. I parted his thighs with my knees, stepping into his space with caution. Lucian arched his spine, his eyes glazing over with desire that matched the heat in my veins. "Do not treat me like I am made of glass, Orion. I am still your Twin Ace." "You are my world," I said, my jaw clenching hard as I fought to keep my dominant drive under control. "We play by new rules now." I gathered his hands, locking our fingers together and pressing his palms flat against the rug on either side of his head. Our bare skin pressed together, a proof of the permanent choice we had made in

Ace sits up tall licking his lips, “You taste far better than any of the omegas and I hate to admit, even better than my dear Rebecca, but that probably has to do with the damned mate bond between us, My Little Mouse!” The anger is back as the desire in his eyes flicks to rage and I brace myself. The first blow is a smack across my face, followed by a hard, punishing kiss. Ace grabs one of his favorite toys, a riding crop. He doesn’t waste his time leaving marks on my thighs and waist and then he lowers his mouth back towards my entrance and bites my inner thighs. “These are mine! And this…” Ace says, snarling as his thumb glides over my mound. “This is mine! I do not wish to share it, but

vv On the fourth afternoon, Ace left the city. No escort. No decoys. Just a motorcycle that sounded like it had opinions and a road that climbed until the air gave up pretending it was warm. I followed in a van I didn’t deserve, changing lanes when clouds changed their minds, keeping distance like a penitent. He took the ridge road overlooking the reservoir. The wind there is not a friend; it is a judge. He parked at the old overlook where teenagers carve promises they can’t keep into stone they think won’t tell on them. He cut the engine and the world got very loud with nothing.