One Piece Manga Ace Novels & Stories

Gentleman “Where are they?” Gemma stared out of the rain drenched window, her leg bouncing up and down uncontrollably. She was nervous, and I couldn’t blame her for that. In her situation, I would have been worried as well. The Black Aces were coming, my brothers. Men I had ridden with for as long as I could remember. Men I had fought alongside. Men who had put a hit out on the woman sitting opposite me. So yeah, Gemma had a lot to be nervous about.

"How dare you parade your conquests like this?" Ace's gaze falters. Guilt flashes across his face before he looks away. I take a menacing step closer, my eyes blazing. "How could you be so ruthless? At least show Aura some respect by washing off the stench of your indulgence. Can't you see how broken she is? I thought you loved her?" "You don't understand, Xzen, so please leave my way." Ace defends, his hands fisted beside him. But my eyes widen in shock when my attention is suddenly drawn to the mate mark on his neck – a mark that shouldn't be there.

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?

I still had one of his shirts on underneath the jumper . "You want to take that off ?" he questioned me . "I don't have a bra on underneath" I mumbled softly while giving him an innocent look . He just gave me a confused face. "I know" he shrugged . "I have seen your boobs already" he couldn't help but smirk at his sentence . I rolled my eyes before taking off my shirt . Ace took his jersey and put it over my head , letting it hang from my shoulders after I put my arms through the massive sleeves that were cut short . It was so big on me yet it fit Ace perfectly . Ace turned on a movie and grabbed his journal from his bedroom. He never leaves that thing alone , it's like his most prized poss

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.

Dante gave me another one of those million-dollar smiles that should’ve been illegal and sauntered off toward his car. I was still frozen in place when Ace leaned in. “Smooth, Professor. Real smooth. You almost said your own name without choking.” My face went up in flames. “Shut up.” “Who knew he was going to invite you personally.” “He invited you,” I muttered. “And you,” he shot back. “Which means I’m your plus-one.” “Over my dead body.” We reached his car, a black Mustang that screamed playboy. Ace dangled his keys. “Need a ride?”

Ace Ace came inside and locked the door. He then turned around to face me. He was still in his old clothes but what surprised me was his eyes. They were empty and icy cold. His face was stoic. He stared me blankly while I stared him in horror. All the past scenarios started running in my mind like a cassette tape. He started walking towards me. My senses immediately turned on alert mode as soon as I saw him advancing me. “Please, don’t. Leave me”, I started screaming like a maniac but Ace remained unbothered by my outburst. His gaze was still cold while his steps were calculative.

I love that it flares out a little and that it cinches my waist. Ace is getting ready in his wardrobe. I brush my hair and tuck one side behind my ear; securing it behind my ear with a diamante hair-clip. Ace walks out of his wardrobe, wearing his favourite faux leather jacket, with a black shirt and dark jeans. I spin around. ‘Breathtaking,’ he says, and I blow him a kiss, grab his hand, and pull him downstairs, out the penthouse, and into his Lamborghini.

We also didn't include Celeste's other underlings because they were in Japan with her dad. I noticed Celeste putting up things she could use for later. She didn’t carry a gun and I think it was only five shurikens. She was breathing deeply and I think her heart was hurting because until now she still couldn't get tired because there was still a bullet stuck in her heart. In the other car, they were fixing the explosives that Ace had made. I think he’s good at making bombs and it’s super loud to explode. He also has silent bombs. I adjusted myself and immediately addressed them.

"Don't put her life at danger's risk." I proceeded in front of the warriors and looked at the man in the center, who seemed to be the leader among them. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Ace, right?" I asked, raising one of my eyebrows as the rest of them made way for the two of us to have space. "And what about it, Celeste?" Ace replied, who didn't seem to be intimidated by my presence. He doesn't have the same set of eyes that he had back when Celestina was still on the Crimson Moon Pack's turf. He definitely had a part of his brain erased.