Pokémon Ace Trainer Novels & Stories

Alpha Artemis showed his concern, staring at Ace who appeared more unusual than his sheepish character, " You should be in your training center, Ace. It's not always good for you to sneak around." Ace said nothing as he crossed the room and sat on a single couch leisurely. He replied in a calm voice, unfazed by his words, " I have quit training for now." " WHAT!!" Artemis spat in disbelief, his eyes narrowing sharply. He wanted a better companion for his daughter. He knew very well that his pack would never accept Ace wholeheartedly as their Alpha's mate if he didn't prepare himself enough. Ace replied in a bored voice, unaffected by Artemis's wrath,

"What a pussycat! I knew you had become a slave of this bitch the moment you made her an equal owner of everything. Everything that I owned! Everything that should've been mine!" Growling, Ace moved me away from his path and stormed towards him. Arthur's legs stumbled back as Ace raised his hand. But then, he stopped. A chilling smile tugged up his lips. Stepping closer to him, he fixed his orange jumpsuit a little at his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes.

Then, somehow, we fumbled our way up to his chambers. Right now, as I listened to the gentle beating of his heart and his soft breathing beneath my ear, I silently prayed to the Moon Goddess. "Dear, moon goddess" I whispered "No matter what happens, please, let my life remain like this" *** I faced the tall lady head on as I stood in the fields. This woman was my new trainer. Her name was Greta. She made me feel more challenged. When Ace first introduced her, I couldn't help but gape at her fit form and bulging muscles. She looked like a warrior.

He also has a piercing with a stud and loop earrings in just one ear. Ace is very manly with his prominent and firm muscles that perfectly shaped his t-shirt. His obviously strong and firmly muscled legs are screaming inside his black sweatpants. He is very manly and firmly muscled but definitely not the bulky one like wrestlers or boxers. The couple never thought that Blaze would be friends with someone like the guy. "Ahm...good morning sir, ma'am. I'm Ace Anderson" Ace politely greeted the couple while he extended his hand for a handshake.

I cannot help the tears that stream down my face. I put on a brave face and eat breakfast as Ace breaks down the plan to get us out, and I dread everything. They load our bags into crates along with cardboard boxes while creating decoy boxes for the other trucks. Ace keeps barking orders at people from the organization whom I have never met before. I am shocked that he has people up on this floor. It's chaos; I cannot make sense of the whole thing. Finally, he will open a box that got brought up and yell, "Take this shit back down! They gave us the wrong thing!" Then, pulling out his phone and dialing aggressively before yelling at someone on the other line. "You have better send me some opt

He added as he took my hands in his warm ones. “What news? I thought you were just here for a visit.” I said in a confused voice. I glanced at Xander to find him frowning at Ace. “You remember how once you told me about how much you like to sing and play piano?” Ace asked. Ace was in a music school, studying to become a professional. He was an awesome guitar player and his deep voice was amazing too. “Yeah.” I answered with uncertainty in my voice as I saw the spark of happiness in his eyes.

He asked as he opened the garage door. “No, you have training and I have to go to the shop.” I sighed as I walked over to my bike. “Okay, we will ride.” “What’s up, Ace? You have never done this before.” Stopping at my bike, I just straight up asked him. “Ann is already on it. Colt assigned one of us to escort you while at the pack house until you find your mate.” Ace always told me the truth. “Ah.” Putting on my helmet, we got on our bikes. Putting the rest of the muffin in my side container, we drove off.

Ace stayed kneeling on the floor praying internally for the snow to stop, but seemed like God was against him as well, so taking the help of the worn out leather jacket that was handed to him by Alvin who was about to give it for charity, he tried harder to provide himself the warmth and save his body from getting sick after all no one will ever care if he would become sick, they just want him to train and train. Suddenly his tired bloodshot eyes raised up finding a tiny frame standing in front of him, Ace was awestruck, he had never seen such a cute yet beautiful girl before, he steadily crouched in front of his kneeling body, he tilted his head a bit when she carefully looked around and pl

This is going to take more than a new slipcover, he thought. Ace grabbed a notebook and his digital camera before he left the truck, knowing he needed some before and after photos for the Web site. He almost always forgot to snap the before pictures, as Tanner kept chiding him. He was determined to remember this time. He couldn't always rely on David's referrals for his entire livelihood, after all. The door opened and a tall, trim man with light brown hair and startling blue eyes appeared. Ace blinked, thinking he looked vaguely familiar, though he knew they had never met. Something about those eyes...

They had, in fact, lost him Liam, and then landed him here in this mess. And if Ace were being honest – and one thing that he’d promised himself up there in that bedroom, lying there at six a.m. with nothing to do but think, was that he was going to be honest in this new life – he wanted to talk to Jack. Just Jack, though, because the man was a trained profiler, a psychologist, a smart-as-all-hell guy who knew people and their behavior perfectly. If anyone in Ace’s life could help Ace understand who the hell he had been and who he was now, it was the man standing in front of him now, calmly drinking a coffee.