One Piece Ace Novels & Stories

I SWEAR I'M GONNA DIE COZ OF JEALOUSY riki @nshmrfangirl relpying to @xjrio said to those who overheard the conversation between the two of them that Ace handed over the jacket on purpose because he said his sister's dress was short of fabric. Our Ace is indeed a gentleman!!! I raised my eyebrows at what I read. I'm not wearing enough fabric! I'm wearing a simple cream tank top and black pants. I wore white sneakers on my feet. My belly or navel is not sticking out of what I'm wearing. Maybe when I raise my hand I can do it.

“They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.” “Do you know a lot about the angels?” I ask. He nods. “I used to sit in on Council meetings when Alpha’s mother was the leader of our pack. Before I became the pack doctor I was the head warrior and the Alpha’s lead advisor,” he explains. I grit my teeth as he pulls a tiny sliver of glass from my temple. “Did you know my parents?” I ask. “What’s your name?” “Luciana Morgenstern.” His eyes widen. “Well no wonder they wanted you dead,” he mutters.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

But to be fair, he was staring back. "W-what?" "You look scared," He said, raising a brow. "What are you thinking about?" Gulping down, I nervously cleared my throat. "N-nothing,” I gulped. “Tell me,” Ace commanded. Blinking back to reality, she nervously chewed her lip at Aide. "Just about your, uhm... size." Gritting his teeth and working a muscle in his jaw, Ace ran a hand through his hair. "You’ll manage."

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

Without giving Ace a chance to respond, Emily crossed the street and turned the corner. “Asshole,” Ace muttered. He called for an Uber, and forty-five minutes later walked into his parents’ apartment, holding the sushi he’d picked up. “Thank God,” he said to the empty, dark apartment, and made tracks to his room, where he quickly undressed, carefully hanging up his suit and tie. He lay on his bed, popped sushi in his mouth, and drank the beer he’d bought along with it, while reading more about Mojo and Emily's other clients.

Before I could even think of correcting him, Ace grabbed my wrist softly, pulling me down until I lost my balance and sat on the chair that had been inbetween his spread legs. I gasped, “Ace!” “Stay still.” He ordered, and bent towards my leg, pulling it up until it rested on his thigh. My breath quickened, heat like nothing I had ever known raced through my blood and into forbidden parts of me. ACE CAN SMELL YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! My checks barred a hot red as I stared at him. Ace’s head was dipped towards my leg that now stayed on his thigh, his hair falling over his face and covering the corners of his eye.

And after a quick smile I let him tug me to the field. “Farah, I’d like you to meet Ace, our head Epsilon warrior and trainer.” My eyes trailed up a chest of scars. Some burns, others giant slices and jagged lines. Like a canvas of pain. But he stood straight and proud showing off the proof that he was indeed the head warrior. His hair was a short blonde and his blue eyes rather vacant. My mouth must have shown shock. Because he simply winked. “I don;t bite sweetheart. Unless you ask.” he chuckled. I let out a nervous chuckle. “Nice to meet you.” I reached my hand out. The giant before me took my hand in his rough calloused one and brought it to his lips.

Once everything was spotless, I planned to dive into my studying, hoping to regain a sense of normalcy and routine amidst the unsettling uncertainty of my surroundings. "Gosh Bonita," Ace purred, his voice smooth yet laced with a teasing edge, "you wouldn’t even open your door to see what had happened?" I gasped, my hand instinctively covering my chest as I locked my gaze onto him. Ace radiated an alluring darkness; his black dress shirt, adorned with the first two buttons undone, clung to his chiseled frame, while his matching pants hugged him in all the right places. He leaned against the door frame, hand pressed to his forehead, a pained expression dancing on his lips that only heightened

I can’t be dead yet though, I can still feel the pain. I slowly open my eye just enough to peak at what has caused him to stop. It's not a what though, it's a who. An older man is handcuffing Alec with silver cuffs while Alpha Damon's face is consumed with rage. I swear a smile graces my face for the first time in years as my heavy eyelids take me to the comfort of the darkness again.